Desire for Projectors

 I spent most of Saturday night around at a friend's place watching some movies on his projector. I must say I am extremely impressed with the quality of home projectors nowadays. The sharpness of the picture, the depth of image and there is something just quite cool about having a wall-of-your-lounge sized screen. Wants it. Precious.

The problem is that filling one's home with cool technologies and creature comforts makes one disinclined to ever leave home. I can imagine that getting a projector might be the final step towards becoming a crazy hermit woman* and that I would have to be forcibly dragged out of the house in the morning for work by four strong and sturdy ponies.

The cold weather also encourages this anti-social behaviour. Hibernating is an all-too-appealing prospect when the outdoors is chilly and uninviting.

* A crazy hermit woman generally spends every hour of every day at home and has little social contact with anyone except her ever-growing colony of cats. Stray cats are drawn to the home of a crazy hermit woman by unseen forces and lurk about for food, warmth and fusses. Stray cats are then usually given overly exotic or sophisticated names such as "Sebastian" or "Aloysius" in a effort to cover-up their dubious and unknown heritage.

The crazy hermit woman only ventures out once a week to the supermarket to pick up 20 tins of cat food, colby cheese and pickle.