They Say What They Say

It would seem that my VCR decided that today was a good day to die. And so it did. Die, that is.

It was fine when I left for work this morning. But at some stage during the day it deced that ejecting tapes was no longer a thing it wanted to do, and it would much prefer to make strange noises while firmly hanging on to the tape in it's innards.

The up-shot of all of this is, I now have a new VCR. Because, really, a fangirl's gotta have the ability to tape shows featuring cute boys when she's not at home, as well as play all those videos she hasn't yet replaced with DVDs. And the ironic thing is, despite the fact that I selected what was ostensibly the most expensive VCR in the shop, it still cost a third of what I paid for my old one six years ago.