Our new friend Heydn tries to blame his TV breaking problems on his Mom in this email. I'm not sure whether I am going to trust him this one or not, but I'll let you hear his side of the story before I cast any more aspersions.

"My mother (of all people) has fallen in love with the Wii. When I brought the Wii with me over Thanksgiving, she immediately became obsessed with it. Later, while in the midst of final exams at college, I got a short email from her asking if I was planning on bringing it home with me over Christmas break. She had already invited her girl friends over for what she called a "Wii Party." Too funny.

Well... despite the 'allow adequate room around you during game play' warnings, mom whacked an antique Chinese chest while doing a backhand in Tennis, causing the battery compartment to open. Almost like a sleek, white jet fighter, the missile bay having been opened, the batteries flew-out, locked-onto our 32" Sony LCD television. One of the batteries missed, but the second slammed into the bottom left corner.

Initially, all three of us were looking down to see where the batteries had gone off to. I then saw the screen, now with a nice series of multi-colored stripes across the bottom. All I could do was laugh. I mean, I bought the damn thing for her as a gift so if anyone had a right to laugh, it was me. I kept looking my my mom, who didn't know whether to laugh or cry. -Heydn"