Lightning did something to Didge's television set yesterday. It did something to me, too - the lights dimmed, there was a loud POP from somewhere in my general vicinity, and I screamed bloody damned murder. Scared Totsi and the cats out of their minds, shook for about an hour, and had a headache for the rest of the day. And I swear that screech has everything to do with today's scratchy throat.
I really should consider switching to Sanka.
Anyway, Didge discovered last night that the POP might be related to the input/output ports on the back of the set. The front ones work, the back do not; they'll handle audio but not video. This is not a good thing for a gamer. NO PS2 + NO X-BOX = PISSY DIDGE. He hustled and bustled until about 3am trying to work something out. (And, yes, we're using a surge protector.)
Thank the gods he was victorious, kind of. Have you any idea what a gameless Didgeridoo Boy is like? Boredom is not his friend. His boredom is REALLY not my friend. He and I both need his games.
Off to do some baking (seriously), further my attempts to reclaim our future master bedroom, and finish compiling my Sally Beauty shopping list. Care to guess which of those I consider most vital?
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