Gravity Sucks

Not a good start to the day. This morning, whilst opening the curtains in my guvvy room, I managed to knock a bunch of DVDs off one of the shelves. The shelves are new, only put them up on the weekend. They are not quite straight, but I blame next door's spirit level for that. Anyhoo, the pile of disks fell with unerring accuracy on my glass plasma ball thingy. Which is now no more. Oh, it still exists, but as a huge number of tiny shards of class, rather than a single, spherical, item.

You would not believe how many pieces the departed thingy has broken into. I reckon I'm going to have to strip and clean the whole room before I can sit down and watch telly without getting bits of broken glass in my bottom. The only really good news is that I never used the actual plasma ball much, so it is no big loss. For some reason it sent the remote control on the amplifier bonkers, and I've already stolen the power supply for something else.

But I do hate breaking things.

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[Simon Crowder]

The more stuff you possess, the more likely it is that something will get broken. However, the more stuff you possess, the more likely it is that the old power supply for the 386 you upgraded 10 years ago, that was presumed faulty at the time and is now incompatible due to three consecutive new standards being introduced, will indeed fall off the shelf and land on your prized new electronic gadget, which you rested briefly on the floor whilst trying to free up space by shifting your dusty VHS player that had a tendency to chew tapes up a bit further back in the cupboard of time, to release enough space between your four partially broken keyboards and the small collection of ISA cards that would complement any museum of technology over the ages to slot in the collection of atari games you picked up at a car boot sale you dragged your wife to.

Some sacrifices are acceptable.