Sorry for pulling a "BASIC" (now that I think about it, only BASIC people from the olden days will get that one...) but I didn't elaborate about the insanity of getting the TV to operate.

After we got it home, it wouldn't turn on.  After waiting two months, the repair people got their asses out and installed...the WRONG part.  Sure enough, it was for the cheaper version of the TV.  To make matters worse, the TV seemed to be locked in some sort of debug mode, with a character 'P' on the screen (I think the TV was giving me the finger).  Not so bad?  Think again, since it was stuck, the convergence of the TV couldn't be fixed so it was like viewing 5 TV's all alpha mashed on top of each other.  So, again, the TV was useless.  I did plug my computer into it, and I was happy to see that 5 screens appeared that looked like a desktop.  Got me a bit excited.

So the dude says, "Wrong part, we gotta order another one. Sorry."  Yeah sure you are, you fucking TV wrong part bastard.

He goes back to the store, never calls, so I call them.  They say the part should be in, in about two weeks.  Three weeks later they're at my house, and it works.  The repair guy want to play a DVD or show TV or something on the thing, but since we don't even have another TV I haven't broken out any cables for this to do so.  I mean, what's the point?  He pokes a metal wire in the coax so we have a crude antenna and now we get to watch all the soaps and spanish channels we want.  Tee hee!