The old TV in my bedroom just died in a flash of light. A burnt electrical smell is hovering in the room. It was likely the picture tube and yes, the TV is old enough to have one of those. Built in 1985 in fact.
We are delighted.
I'm happy because it makes our bedroom less of a den and more of a bedroom. My husband is happy because it means we can move the big entertainment system out of the bedroom. My son is happy because it means the VCR now gets to be hooked up to the big TV in the living room. My daughter is happy because it means the Gamecube now gets to snuggle with the XBox on the big TV in the living room.
Monday will mean a trip down to the recycling center where they take electronic waste.
Goodbye TV, you served us well.