To Blu-Ray or not to Blu-Ray;

Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed... When my wife and I got married, I thought and she led me to believe, I Was the King of My Castle... Somehow through the years or seconds after I said "I do", I became a mere puppet to the true regime, my love, my soul mate, my significant other, yes the true dictator, more cunning than Noriega, my wife.

The worst thing that can happen to a man, a husband, well actually the second worse thing, first would be the President of the United States, with a important message to the country, cutting into the regularly scheduled programs on TV, yes men, during the soap opera's, that is first. Second is without a doubt when your wife needs a little romance, no we aren't going where you think with this... I am talking about when she wants to watch a movie, not a movie, but the most romantic movie of our time, No not "The Dirty Dozen", but the Tom Hanks, Meg Ryan Classic, "Sleepless in Seattle". She gets her popcorn ready, grabs a box of tissues, gets the DVD and puts it into the DVD player and nothing happens..

Next thing I hear is a blood curdling shrill, "What is wrong with the DVD player"??? Normally, since I have been married nearly 14 years, I would ignore her call, because of my hearing problem, selective hearing, a common affliction among spouses of both genders. But the decibel level spawned by this loving, nurturing woman, meant respond immediately for fear of death or dismemberment.




Upon arriving at the scene, I find that the DVD player is no more, somewhere during the night after my sons and my favorite, "The Hills Have Eyes", our beloved Electronic Apparatus, had given up the ghost. She, my wife was looking at me with hatred in her eyes, declaring "You used it Last what did you do. My son who came running with me, immediately throws dear dad under the bus by proclaiming, "Dad is the one who played the movie last night". That was when her laser beam eyes, went on a search and destroy mission, with me as the target. Quickly surveying the player, taps had to be played...

Knowing, that disturbing the true course of playing, "The Movie", could dramatically shorten my life expectancy, I had to think quick, so I blurted out I am going to run and get a new player... Smart move on my part, further stating " as old as it was, it was just a matter of time, before this happened". Grabbing my keys, I moved quickly to the door, trying to hasten my escape from the snipers scope.

Safely within the confines of my car, speeding out of the driveway, I finally felt safe, at least for the moment. Arriving at our local Electronic's store, I grab a salesman and ask to be shown DVD players. This should be a simple buy, then home to calm to beast. Oh no..... The salesman takes me to a section of the store that seemed as large as a football field, with tons and I mean tons of choices... Panic sets in again, because the wrong choice will increase the retribution I was surely going to get for this bad case of timing, having played the last movie on the player.




So I ask the salesman, "what is your best unit" and he shows me the Blu-Ray players, I say great, I choose one and I am back on my way to the 38th parallel.

Getting home I quickly install the player, of course under the watchful eye of the loving one, grab her DVD and pray I hooked it up right, as I insert it into the player and hit play... Thank God, there is a God, because it worked. As I turn to face her, with my success, I notice a smile slowly crossing her face. I let out a deep sigh because once again there was peace in the jungle.

Or so I thought, because this action, would only be the start, of the Domino Affect. But that is another story, for another time.

Quatro