Encyclopedia Brown and the Case of the Skipping DVD Player
When I got home from work yesterday, I was all pumped to pop in the DVD that came with my newly purchased soundtrack for Revenge of the Sith (15 more days! Booyah!). I got all snuggled with my 3 year old nephew on the couch and pressed play. Ian McDiarmand, Palpatine himself, began introducing the first clip but then he started stuttering. Then the video playback started skipping. Great.
I popped the disc out and tried it again. No luck.
I popped the disc out, disconnected power, and tried it again. No luck.
Remembering I have a CD cleaner, I rushed upstairs and found it not where it should have been. I popped it in, the cheesy music started, but then it started skipping, too. Things just got worse.
I pulled the unit out of our tv stand to double-check the connections, etc., and what did I find back there? One of my nephews' wooden building blocks! Whateth the fucketh? Verily this doth sucketh much! Were the lads having target practice with my home theatre system? They'd already broken the right-front surround speaker stand by chasing each other and pushing the youngest into it.
I gathered them 'round and gave them the third degree. Obviously, they'd planned for this turn of events since I was met with nought but a trio of It wasn't me-s." They were clever. Almost too clever.
Knowing I couldn't crack these nuts, I decide to take it up with Yamaha, the manufacturers of my beloved home theatre system. But apparently the vandal had moved on to petty theft and swiped the manual. Back upstairs I went and hopped online. Success: a local authorized repair center not five minutes from my home. I'll find out at 9:30 when they open if there's anything else I can do before succumbing to potentially expensive repair. In the mean time, I'm forced to watch DVDs in my room with lesser surround sound and an image half the size what I'd originally intended. /sigh
I popped the disc out and tried it again. No luck.
I popped the disc out, disconnected power, and tried it again. No luck.
Remembering I have a CD cleaner, I rushed upstairs and found it not where it should have been. I popped it in, the cheesy music started, but then it started skipping, too. Things just got worse.
I pulled the unit out of our tv stand to double-check the connections, etc., and what did I find back there? One of my nephews' wooden building blocks! Whateth the fucketh? Verily this doth sucketh much! Were the lads having target practice with my home theatre system? They'd already broken the right-front surround speaker stand by chasing each other and pushing the youngest into it.
I gathered them 'round and gave them the third degree. Obviously, they'd planned for this turn of events since I was met with nought but a trio of It wasn't me-s." They were clever. Almost too clever.
Knowing I couldn't crack these nuts, I decide to take it up with Yamaha, the manufacturers of my beloved home theatre system. But apparently the vandal had moved on to petty theft and swiped the manual. Back upstairs I went and hopped online. Success: a local authorized repair center not five minutes from my home. I'll find out at 9:30 when they open if there's anything else I can do before succumbing to potentially expensive repair. In the mean time, I'm forced to watch DVDs in my room with lesser surround sound and an image half the size what I'd originally intended. /sigh