I know I've blogged about 'But does it float' before, but today's offering is hitting my Z spot if I can use that expression for the zeitgeist demonisation of the end of the TV era I'm noticing.
Here's a couple of turned off TV's below. Something I almost feel affectionate for from a bygone age when screens played out a unique signature of light-drama at the electric curtain call.
I've rejected a TV screen in my home for years now to the point that when I visit other peoples homes I'm taken aback how intrusive and badly informed the TV is. Like an ungrateful house guest. Bellicose and belligerent.
