Remember the old Twilight Zone episode where various appliances and conveniences gang up on the dour Bartlett Finchley (Richard Haydn)? Everything from his electric razor to his car turn on him. His telephone and typewriter tell him to get out. He doesn't and they kill him.
I'm feeling a little persecuted myself today. Me who loves radio old and new lost out when KTLK goes AM. My favorite local radio show, The Late Debate with Jack and Ben, is beyond reception outside of CD6. My portable Walkman decided to give up FM last week, now only does AM and keeps telling me how awful Donovan McNabb is playing. Today, my car stereo went out as did our main flat screen TV in the family room.
And my cell phone says I won't be dating Scarlett Johansson anytime soon, either.
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