I bought a new halogen bulb for my desk lamp. The package says the bulb has a one year guarantee. So did the one I replaced during the hot days of summer. I had to tear the heck out of the package to get it open. Nuclear waste is not sealed this well.
The lamp is what is dead, not the bulb. I don't know why, I am not an electrician. I plugged it in a different outlet. No workee. Damn thing cost me like $10 at WalMart 6 years ago. I have already spent too many minutes of my precious time fiddling with it.
I am off to buy a new $10 lamp at WalMart. It will likely cost $13 now.
Disclaimer: It is really Thursday afternoon when I am writing this post. I have already put up two posts today, I don't want you spoiled by too much exposure to mind-blowing analysis, intelligent postulation, and riveting tales such as you are reading now. I have a holiday music post and a Pearl Harbor post set for Friday already, I don't want the brilliance and edge-of-your-seat adventure of my desk lamp to obscure the importance of the December 7 anniversary. I think I will put this story of woe and excitement into the queue for Sunday.
I have my reasons.
What we say we pretend it is live and unfiltered by time and calendar?
If my wife were to ever read this piece o'crap blog I know what she would say. I hear it a dozen times a day. "You are so weird".