And I totally am Teh Winnar!
On Sunday, I was lying on the couch trying to rub the sleep from my eyes (late night reading a fantastic book – if you like urban fantasy or chick lit or both or neither, check out Happy Hour of the Damned by Mark Henry...I laughed out loud, which I never do with books anymore) and waiting for my Sunday fix with George Stephanopoulos to come on when one of the sprogs said, “Uh oh! What happened?”
The television was gone. No volume, no video. Toten hosen. It had just been on two seconds before, so I couldn’t figure out what the issue might be. I did what any self-respecting software engineer would do – I turned off and unplugged the TV, then plugged it back in and powered it up again. Should work, right? Not so much. But after two evolutions of this, I finally got a red blinky light.
Lamp, it said. Or rather lamplamplamplamplamp.
F!@#$%, said I.
See, this is the only TV in the house that is hooked up to the crack (aka Tivo). That meant no Teletubbies, no Zoboomafoo, no late-night TV during nap times. It also meant, since our only digital cable box is hooked up to this television, no decent TV. Oh, and limited DVD viewage unless I was willing to let the sprogs sit around the more obnoxious locations in the house (my bed, the office).
I used my enormous Google-fu and located the appropriate replacement part, hit up Best Buy (they don’t carry them though they suggest you replace yours once per year), ordered a new lamp online, paid extra for Pronto Mother-effer shipping, and then held off the OMGTeletubbies!!11! masses with pitchfork and torch. Today, the UPS man, my bestest friend ever, arrived. Tonight my other bestest friend ever, La Vegan Loca, came over to preside over the 911 call should the TV crash on top of me or should I accidentally try to electrocute myself.
It took five minutes to change that damn lamp. It was easy as pie. No squish, no zap. And now my TV is like new, with a brighter screen than I’ve seen on it in at least three years. I’m proud of the old lamp. It lasted 4 years. May it rest in peace. I shall give it an honorable burial at the local waste facility (it’s full of teh mercury) and mourn its passing.
But how hot am I to have fixed my own damn television? Sometimes I totally rock the casbah.
YodaMan’s footing is slowly eroding around here. Hell, once the kids go off to school, I won’t need him around at all anymore. He’ll be so last decade....