Thursday, January 19, 2012

Too much TV

Bry-man and I have been TV.... wrestling. Well, perhaps I have anyways.

I'm not a big spender. I am thrify, frugal, cheap, spend concious, all of that. I wear these titles with pride.   But I wanted a new TV this year, so I started saving... and 'shopping' around.

This isn't shopping. No, shopping is fun, and you get to discover great bargains on something that fits you just perfectly, or on something that you had never heard of before. There is usually a giddy-ness when shopping for me. Especially when I find that great find!

While there is plenty of new (and possibly made-up) terminology to learn, there has been very little 'fun' involved.

What size to buy, what type of screen is best for my uses, what the F!? does a hZ have to do with it?!?!

SO outta my league.

The first TV we literally walked home had every bell and whistle known to man (Samsung UN55D7000). But for 2,000 the picture quality was not impressive enough for me to justify keeing it. So we lugged the damn thing back and chose a Panasonic Plasma 60" monster. Now I find I am torturing myself with reading the comparisons between the different Plasmas that Panasonic makes, and my new monster is starting to look like the pathetic loser of the bunch.... WHY AM I DOING THIS MYSELF????

I just want to be happy with my purchase, and have it meet my expectations. I find that I'm feeling a twang of nostalgia and love for my old rear projection beast... that is still sitting in my corner hogging up more space than I *thought* it deserved... because it *never* had any flaws, it was a *great* TV. But is it because I bought it second hand, and therefore didn't: pay full price, have to deal with sales people, didn't have 'warranty' or 'calibration' options?

Yes.... because I wasn't particularly worried about being 'screwed' out of my hard earned monies by some dollar-seeking-sales-scum... But why did I trust the guy selling me a TV from his house, more than the sales man. Who has more to gain?  Curious....

I still haven't tossed the box for The Big P, and am having a hard time even considering it. That's going to make it all so.... permanent! It may need to be done in my sleep, so I have no choice but to love the thing. Sort of like having a child that only meets *so* many of your expectations. : P

So wish me luck, as the new 'parent' of 'name TBA' (because I name everything I pay a lot of money for... much like an American pays for the birth of their child). "I paid $2,000 for you.... you WILL NOT LET ME DOWN!" : D