Rage Against A Machine

I just got a 17-inch flat screen LCD TV for $325 dollars on sale. It's a Samsung. How many years have I been saying, why do we have to have these huge boxes for watching TV?  Hurry up and make a thin one that's small.  I didn't want to spend five grand on a industrial size wall model. But I knew they could do this. At least, I knew the Japanese could do it. What are we Americans doing lately?  Oh, yeah, iPods, right? So I can watch TV shows on a 1.5 inch screen. Thanks.

Anyway, I am now about to plug it in and start it up.

Except the power cord is one of the three or more that came packaged separately. Having a power cord that is permanently attached to the monitor is so 1999. With a convenient separate cord, I'm sure that some day I can convert the screen to a very heavy laptop computer, if I want to. Or use it for a door stop.

I got a look at the remote control. It's designed like something out of Star Wars. All silver and small. With teeny tiny buttons. I bet the instructions for use are written by Chewbacca. What instructions?

I discovered that the directions for putting my computer together with its multiple gadgets and extra attachments are on a disk that won't launch from my MAC. At least, i can't launch it.

But I'm calm. I'm collected. I'm handcuffed to my bed for safekeeping. Medication would help. I have assumed the zen position [TOS guidelines prevent a description of it], so I am not in the least bit concerned about the amount of time this is going to take to figure out.  

Actually, I am annoyed beyond measure at the stupid people who can't include written instructions for setting this TV up. But what am I going to do, complain to someone in India named Keith?  I mean Musachi?  

There must be alaw that instructions have to be on a CD that I won't be able to reference because it's incompatible with my computer.

Now that we've established what I'm up against, I think I'll just let the TV and its cords and stuff sit there by themselves for awhile. Let these wires and cables stew in their own juices, while I get some dinner. By the time I get back, they'll be ready to cooperate I'm sure.

Sometimes you have to treat electronics as badly as they treat you. Show em who's boss. Maybe I'll turn out the light in here too. Bet that will scare them.