We watched a movie for Father’s Day, and during a scene that was mostly sky, I noticed a mark on the screen. I went up close to get it off only to realize it was part of the glass: a crack.
After the movie ended, I took about five minutes examining the rest of the screen to determine that yes, that was a crack, and yes, there were two more. All in one arc from lower left corner up toward the right, none bad enough to have shattered the screen.
I would have loved to do a Prisoner’s Dilemma on the kids, but Kiddo4 is too young to weigh the various options. And besides, you can usually get him to rat out his siblings without too much trouble. You can usually get him to rat out himself without too much trouble, to be clear. In fact, sometimes he rats out me (not that I’m bitter) but the point is, we’d probably get answers.
Me: Which one of you whacked something into the TV screen? Maybe while you were playing sword-fighting and watching your reflection?
All of them: Oh, no! Nothing has hit the TV screen! Ever!
The only logical explanation, you see, is that our TV was a victim of a small, localized earthquake that took place directly underneath, yet shook none of the items on the surrounding shelves.
And then the ratting-out:
Kiddo4: Oh, I know where the crack is.
(He went right to one I hadn’t found even after five minutes of scrutinizing the set from all angles, just so you know.)
There’s nothing for it: we’re replacing the TV before those cracks start migrating. But this leads to an interesting find. Neither my Patient Husband nor I has ever purchased a TV. I got my first 13-incher as a HS graduation gift from my father. We got a 17-incher from my grandmother when she upgraded to a 27-inch TV, and after she passed away, we inherited that one. And so after 17 years of marriage, my Patient Husband and I have been flung headlong into new territory.
He texted his brother, who knows everything about TVs, movies, DVD players, BluRay, etc, and said, “Any suggestions?” He gets back a text, “Something HUGE!” Not helpful.
An unofficial poll on my parenting group has shown two things: first, that you can immediately start a lively discussion by asking Americans what brand of TV they prefer, and second, that many people believe all the brands are pretty much the same.
I passed through the TV aisle at BJs, and in the size we want, there are seven choices, all different brands, and all within fifty dollars of each other. The advice I’ve gotten so far is to choose the picture I like best, make sure it doesn’t make a humming sound, and buy Samsung. Possibly all three. Anything else?