So, perhaps you've heard, we've got a new daddy.
Standard Radio was sold to Astral a few months back and it all became official as of midnight.
So far, so good! The new team seems really professional and nice, to boot. They even welcomed us with a banner that stretched across the street and set up a staffed coffee bar in the lobby this morning with free java! As a final thank you to the staff across the country, our old CEO Gary Slaight gave every single employee a cheque on Friday. It was such a nice surprise and a classy, classy move.
So - all's good in radioland and we're all pretty pumped.
Corn and I have a pretty old TV. For a week, we haven't watched it because suddenly the remote decided not to work and we couldn't change the channel. Not even PHYSICALLY on the TV. (Seriously, is that not the ultimate in lazy defiance? Channel won't change? K - we just won't watch you then). Y'know how some TV's only go to the next 'available' channel? Yeah, well we needed the one just before that channel. AND WE COULDN'T GET IT. Thus - no TV.
But then the weekend came. And Saturday was one of those shitty-weather plus jammies plus take-out food plus ratdogs plus no showering plus flannel blankie on the couch kind of days. And we NEEEEEEDED TV. What were we gonna do - READ?!! Puleeeeez.
So we said 'SCREW YOU OLD TV!' and ventured into the outside world long enough tobuy a new one(courtesy of Gary's bonus!)and scurry back home to our stinky, unhygenic TV day.
It is my first new TV ever. Specialness, no? So, if you're interested - we've got the old one to sell for fiddy bones. It works perfectly. It's just clunky. And needs batteries in the remote. HEH.