My eyes! My eyes!

My four-days-away-from-being-my step-dad is a geek. And I mean that in the nicest way possible. The dude is a techno geek deluxe. I heart him. He and I can sit and talk computers for hours. One Sunday after lunch at Mom's he and I broke out the laptops and spent nearly three hours downloading, talking, laughing and at one point Mom walked through, shook her head and said, "You two were made for each other." Yes. Yes, I believe we were.

That being said, it probably comes as no surprise that one of his computers has a screen bigger than most TVs. His computer room has four computers in it. (My kids love going to Pops' house because they each get a computer to themselves.) Oh, and he has a gigantic TV. Okay, well, he did. Now we have it. Awwwww yeah. Mom's den is not large enough to hold a TV of that size, so they're going to buy a plasma to hang on the wall. Poor things. Bless their little senior-citizen-discount-gettin' hearts. But yay for us because he made us a heck of a deal and now we are livin' large. Really.


This is the TV we bought just last year. We felt completely indulgent in getting a 42" flat screen at the time. Paul couldn't believe how much better his PS2 games looked on it and I seem to remember a conversation where I declared I could see the TV through the wall from the kitchen after he'd gone on and on about how the flat screen enabled him to see from any angle.

(Please ignore the dust covering the stand. We live on a dirt road. Yeah. That's why it looks like I haven't dusted in months. Yeah.)




But as of about 6pm last night we became the proud parents of this bad boy. 53" of television-y goodness. I swear I felt even my testosterone level raise as they wheeled it into my living room. Paul grunted like Tim the Tool Man all night.

Pops managed to hook all of our many gaming systems up to it, even the 16 year old Super Nintendo that still uses a modulator. (Because it is insanely old in the world of gaming systems.) (But man, you just can't beat the old skool Super Mario Brothers.)

The kids, of course, immediately flipped the channel to Nick and I was completely blown away at the size of the Squidward looming on the screen. Seriously. Like, nightmare big. It's going to take awhile for me to adjust. The kids and Paul are fully adjusted, adapted and ... well, I slept in the bed alone last night since Paul stayed up until who knows how late because he played Call of Duty and Socom till the wee hours of the morning until he just fell over on the couch due to gigantic television gaming overload. Bless his heart.

I fear that going to the movies will be anticlimactic now.