In the absence of a working tellybox i've discovered a vast emptyness in my life. An void which i've been neatly stuffing full of braindead talkshows and suchlike. I'm also quite the expert on antiques and property development; such is the daytime schedule of late. But last week during a rather exciting episode of "Homes under the hammer" it all went a little pete tong. The picture went all pink, then it went black with a loud POP. Now, i'm no expert in the black arts of electrickery but i'd say it's definately fucked. Beyond economical repair and i sure...
this odd looking fellow sits up there day in and day out watching the commuters stream past on the I580 freeway overpass at broadway, near piedmont ave. by oakland's so called, auto row.