Thursday, July 1, 2010
Last week my housemate had inherited a new television stand. After spending a week of running into it in the dark and bruising every toe on both feet I felt it time to find its place. If you have not moved your television in awhile I would highly recommend it.
It seems if you do not move the television occasionally it starts to morph into something other than electronic. And I know this because?
As we pulled out the old stand in preparation for the swap to the new one, we both at the same time screamed, “OMG!” What is that fuzzy dead, creature back there? Why, even the dogs left the room. I being the brave one of the house stepped up to the plate.
I took a step closer and heard my housemate ask, “What is it?” As I tired my best to distinguish the fuzzy mass all sorts of strange creature images played with my imagination. “I’m not sure,” I explained “but it’s not moving.”
As I gathered my nerve and slowed my heart rate down a bit, I reached in. It felt soft and fuzzy in my hand, was brown in color; I’m sure it was dead. But wait is that it’s spine I feel? I began to follow the one hard, solid thing I felt and traced it all the way back to, what the?
It was a wire running from the cable box to the television, but what had caused the metamorphous? After spending an hour or more removing the residue from all the wires I came to a conclusion.
Like all other things left unattended to their own demise they will transform them selves, like a cucumber left in the refrigerator. I had left my wires unattended, tired to save power and cut off their daily life source, thus my wires had transformed.
I’m just glad I popped in for a check when I did. Imagine if that had actually spread to the television set. “Yes, officer I know it is a television but in the dark it looked just like a person with a soft, fuzzy Afro, so I shot it.”