Muscle Man and Another Bites the Dust

While I was out of town eating tons of awesome homemade food and racing my bike in LA, our TV at home died. The old critter, all 32 inches and 156 pounds of her, just stopped working.

Luckily we had a backup from upstairs that LP's parents helped her move downstairs.

However, I am now charged with the task of taking the dinosaur to the repair shop. I used a dolly to roll her outside to my car last night. Upon finding that all my neighbors were out for the eve-- Wednesday night church ya know, at least my neighbors are good Baptists. Well, at least my neighbors who can speak English are good Baptist folk.

So I can't find anyone to help me put the TV in my car. LP says she'll call her step-dad to come over. That seemed like a lot of trouble just to move a boat anchor 24 inches into the back of the Pathy.

So doing my best Magnus impression, I gave a good long howling grunt and let that CRT know who the boss was. I think that's when LP dropped the phone and realized that calling her step-dad would be pointless as the testosterone raging through my body made my IQ drop by 40 points.

Ahh, I felt manly for that act. Now, let's chalk it up to another electronic device that's met its demise under the Zyriek regime.