The TV is gone. Not a TV. The TV. Gone, daddy, gone.
Just one more thing we've given away with the help of Craigslist. We have no plans to replace it immediately, so our new digs in Southern California will be TV-less.
NPH is actually pleased with this.
The TV was a gift from family at Christmas, 1999, when NPH was single and living without a tube. Family took pity and provided him with one, along with a VCR. It served us well these eight years. But it's big. And heavy. And we don't want to move it again.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Search
Popular Posts
-
To www.notprincehamlet.com. Click here to be directed . . .
-
I'm happier for an Allen victory than I would have been for Lambert, but I've soured a bit on the Idol franchise after this go '...
-
One of my first ventures as Associate Pastor is to lead a Lenten small group called, "Writing As A Spiritual Practice." We're ...
-
The Monkey Chow Diaries NPH is bemused by the Monkey Chow Diaries. Here's a guy who has committed to eat nothing but the food that zoos ...
-
In a conversation with a trusted adviser last week, I was told that to go volunteer. Not only is volunteer service a good thing to do in it... -
Here's what to do: advance the video of David Archuleta's final performance on American Idol last night to 1:58 and listen to the so...
-
has ordered YouTube to take down tons of its material. Jeff Jarvis of Buzz Machine thinks it's a foolish move (most of his readers dis... -
Everybody does this, right? Ranks, classifies, lists. Especially when it comes to music, everybody has their favorites and rates them in rel...
-
Here we go: more Calvin, less blogger. All quotations taken from John T. McNeil's translation of Calvin's Institutes of the Christia...
-
As if the flow of content from NPH wasn't at a treacle already, now comes this distraction.
No comments:
Post a Comment