Shamefully, it has become apparent that I have high definition envy. Garrett has a 42" plasma, and Jeremy has a 32" LCD, and both of my fathers-in-law each have a couple of LCD TVs. I watch Law & Order on my 19" RCA standard-def tube tv from college. Freshman year of college. To its credit, its an insanely long-lived tv. No problems in 10 years. I'm still ready for an upgrade.
Last night though, I had had a hell of a setup. My office had an offsite meeting at a hotel yesterday, so I took our office projector home with me for the night. Lauren and I took down a painting and watched Thumbsucker on our bedroom wall, and that is the life. Giant 100" screen, total darkness, and a better than theater experience because you're like, horizontal. It was tough to give it back.
I know that there are people with real problems. I talked with a guy I know today who's a financial planner, and he was full of Michigan horror stories about people with credit card debt equivalent to a year's salary, people losing 40% of their annual incomes overnight, housing values plummeting, and people needing to tap their retirement accounts when they moved, because they didn't have any equity from selling in a down market. It can suck right now.
Its just that, well, we also happen to be living in a golden age of television. HDTV. 250 channels (ask Jeremy about his satellite package sometime). DVRs. Telemundo. Sometimes I think that financial responsibility is so overrated, that why not finance a 65" plasma for the bedroom, because you only go around the planet so many times in this life, right?
On the other hand, that means that during those finite spins, I'm still glued to Law & Order, except it's freaking enormous, and you can see all of Sam Waterston's pores. Maybe that's not living after all. I think I'm going to take a walk.