This is going to be difficult to explain. In fact, I rather suspect I lack the words necessary to really convey the point of what I'm talking about, but a lack of skills has never stopped me before.
Recently my DVD player gave up the ghost. I don't mean it's just acting temperamental, I mean it has thoroughly conked out. It's dead. It also managed to die with a DVD stuck in it, so I had to take the goddamn thing apart just to liberate my Casablanca supplemental features disc.
Then, literally mere seconds after I finished working on that infernal machine, my receiver for my surround sound set-up utterly shit the bed. My auxiliary DVD player, the one that was built into the receiver, had always been rather fussy, but the machine worked just fine in terms of making the surround sound go. But the whole thing just died right after the DVD player did. Maybe it was too sad about its loss, like the dog at the end of Where the Red Fern Grows.
Whatever the case, I was, as they say, one pissed off honky. All the old cliches applied: it never rains, but it pours; if it's not ...
