Have you ever woken up in the morning and asked yourself, What the hell happened to my TV? It’s all smashed, and the sound bar has violated it from front to back.
And then you remember, Right. I couldn’t find the remote last night. I set it down, and then it disappeared. Why do they make these stupid things all round and curvy, rolling down the arm of the chair shaped, hidden in the seat? And then increasing anger, rage, and blackout.
Nope, me either. Never happens. Everything is fine.
P.S. Check out the remotes page.
—DG.
Inside Doug's Head 