My old television was twenty years old. No exaggeration. It looked something like this...
I had no idea what a difference it would make to watch television on a huge (by my standards) 42 inch high definition television as opposed to a 26 inch old timey television.
Every night, the grand-fabulous puppy and I lay on the couch hypnotized by all of the high definition wonderfulness. I watch things I don't even care about just because it's all so amazing.
So, Carly keeps asking me how far along I've gotten in Guitar Hero,
I've had my most recent Netflix movies two weeks and still haven't watched them,
Donna is pissed because I've only read two chapters of Twilight,
I'm paying $30 a month to a gym that I haven't seen the inside of for weeks and...
...my blog posts are more and more reliant on pictures than on writing.