Boy was I wrong.

Mom asked 'are you sure you can move that old TV of yours?' Sure Mom. Okay that Tv was about a thousand pounds heavier than I remembered it. I mean dear God were cathode ray TVs ALWAYS that heavy. I almost ended my San Antonio trip real quick when I dropped the thing (and destroyed its hook up in the process) and it nearly took out my foot. I rolled it into a corner because I can't lift it anywhere.

And UPS is made up of fuck ups. This asshole threw the new Tv on my porch and ran. I mean he was in the van and leaving by the time I got to the door. Yeah several hundred dollars worth of stuff and he doesn't bother to get a signature (which he was supposed to do). The box is wrecked AND there are three scratches on the TV. I'm livid (especially since I won't be here to fix it).

It takes me all day. The thing doesn't have a center foot rest. It has them on either side of it so it doesn't fit on the stand (it's now resting on the Tv itself) It took forever to figure out how it went together because the instructions forgot the most important step. I get it hooked up finally. It doesn't work. I call them. I will say Vzio has some of the best customer service I've spoken to in ages. I finally get the damn thing working. It doesn't look hot because it's a freaking smart TV hooked up with a ten year old coaxial cable because that's how DISH did it back then. When I get back here I'll talk to them about HD tv. I can't get into my router because a) it's barely working and b) the code isn't working. I knew this. they never call you back with the passcodes or the fact it doesn't work.

I'm sore all over. The house looks like I did battle in the living room but I now have a monsterously large smart tv balancing on a piece of shit fiber board TV stand I built back in 1996. Whee.