50” of tubeness is now all mine, thanks to a fortuitous set of circumstances. The details aren’t terribly important, but sufficed to say, I got a good deal on a 50” Vizio plasma TV, put it into Boob Tube Dude Central, and let the good times roll.
First impressions? Mostly droolage. Any piece of technology that makes the Boob Tube Babe stop and take notice is an impressive piece of equipment. And she keeps walking past the past the Man Cave and muttering, “Jesus, that’s a big TV,” to no one in particular. This coming from the same woman that after two years of cohabitation doesn’t see the big deal with my surround sound set-up. “It all sounds the same to me,” she says, usually in a huffy manner, and often while leaving the room. Just wanted to spell out the context in which she’s impressed by our new addition to the apartment.
Also? Family Guy is downright terrifying when displayed on a television that big. Good gravy. It’s not like I found Peter Griffin’s naked body appealing on my 27” standard-def TV, but sweet Mary in the morning, I might block Family Guy on my cable box. And I don’t even have children.