My CRT monitor had a color gun (red I think) go intermittant. The screen started suddenly switching to green and then back to normal and then back to green, etc.
I told my wife that I simply had to run down to Staples to get a new LCD monitor, which I did. How sad.
Erm… I’ve heard that happens to lots of guys! 
I got tired of whacking my monitor upside the case when it would turn off at random intervals, so I replaced it with an LCD monitor a couple of years ago. Much better. There’s more room for trash on my desk now! 
I hate it when that happens. So, how much metal shavings did you need to pour down the vent before it “malfunctioned”?
BTW, my next monitor will be a Dell 2405FPW. drool
Oh. poor…pooor…man.
[insert applicable Viagara joke]
At your age these things are bound to happen now and again.
At your age these things are bound to happen now and again.
Metal shavings, eh?
50" plasmas are slipping slowly into the “if I brown-bag my lunches for the next decade, I can afford this!” realm and are even being sold at Costco. Problem is that my current TV still works.
“Honey, the TV blew up! I need to go get a new one!”
{crotchety old man voice} I remember paying $750 for my 19" Sony Trinitron and thinking I got an EXCEPTIONAL deal as they were normally $1150. {/crotchety old man voice} (This was at a Sony outlet Shop.)
I just reciently saw the same monior going for $120.
And now, with kids, I look longingly at that 19" LCD monitor at $499 and think how EXTRAVIGANT it would be.
Don’t you hate it when that happens?
Long story follows.
In the early days of WWII I read an article about the wonderful new pens that would be available just as soon as wartime material restrictions came off. The were ‘ball point’ pens that used ink similar to printer’s ink and a little ball to spread it.
Fast forward to Belgium, post WWII.
A friend of mine got the Sunday New York Times every week and one week there was a full page ad for the ‘miraculous’ new Reynolds Ball Point Pen. The ad probably would have said ‘new age’ if the term had been invented then.
Anyway, we both sent for one at a cost of $12.50 (a number burned in my memory) plus shipping. They were simply awful. They skipped and occasionally even smudged.
On the trip from Le Havre to New York on the good ship Haverford Victory I read a notice on the bulletin board that the next day at noon we would be 5 miles from land - straight down. So, at noon the next day I stepped to the starboard rail and dropped my Reynolds ball point in one of the deepest parts of the Atlantic Ocean.
Within a year or so ball points that actually worked sold for a buck and were heading lower.
I’ll thank you all to never refer to this subject again.
I can understand a woman being so heartless. But for you guys just remember.
YOUR TURN IS COMING.
I’ll thank you all to never refer to this subject again.
A woman can be excused, but for you guys just remember …
YOUR TURN IS COMING.
<trys to resist the force…>
<trys harder … no use…>
or not coming, as the case may be
<… sorry I said that, the set-up was just too strong>
Yes, I probably should have said your turn is coming if you’re lucky(?).
I’m wierd about parting with stuff that can still be repaired. Only when buying new (or getting a righteous eBay deal) costs less than fixing, will I not fix.