good game, society

As an addendum to yesterday’s post about my mini-tragedies in threes, everyone that I’ve mentioned my string of bad-ish luck to has, to a man, gasped the loudest, had the deepest sighs, and choked back their streaming tears when I mention that my TV is on the way out.

Semi-serious car accident: mild interest
Harddrive crash and loss of precious memories: slight batting of eyelash…could be the wind
TV is going out: heartfelt screams and lamentations, whipping of flesh, self-immolation

For TV. TV! And I can’t really disagree. Society, as a whole, dissolved into Twinkie wrappers and NASCAR.

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