Do you smell something?
Here's a list of sensory experiences you don't want to encounter upon hitting the "ON" button on your flat-screen television:
* a bug zapper-like buzzing noise
* a small diode of some sort flickering like a basement light bulb in a bad horror flick, visible through the top cooling vent
* the unmistakable smell of barbecued electronics.
So yeah, the TV's hosed. (A list of sensory experiences you don't want to encounter when you're broke: "Honey, the TV's hosed.") A call to Sceptre tech support, once it had been ascertained that we're not under warranty, resulted in a sympathetic sucks-to-be-you and a suggestion to take it to a repair shop. Fun. We've got workarounds for a lot of the TV's intended uses, but it's pretty clear that this development ruins a sizable number of short-term plans. Dammit, I might have to, like, read something. Between this, my computer imploding, and the Internet on my backup Mac suspiciously refusing to load this morning, I'm seriously starting to feel my digital-age white male middle-class privilege chafing at me ("Analog entertainment? What am I, a Mennonite?")
* a bug zapper-like buzzing noise
* a small diode of some sort flickering like a basement light bulb in a bad horror flick, visible through the top cooling vent
* the unmistakable smell of barbecued electronics.
So yeah, the TV's hosed. (A list of sensory experiences you don't want to encounter when you're broke: "Honey, the TV's hosed.") A call to Sceptre tech support, once it had been ascertained that we're not under warranty, resulted in a sympathetic sucks-to-be-you and a suggestion to take it to a repair shop. Fun. We've got workarounds for a lot of the TV's intended uses, but it's pretty clear that this development ruins a sizable number of short-term plans. Dammit, I might have to, like, read something. Between this, my computer imploding, and the Internet on my backup Mac suspiciously refusing to load this morning, I'm seriously starting to feel my digital-age white male middle-class privilege chafing at me ("Analog entertainment? What am I, a Mennonite?")