Well, after much debate and deliberation, Malibu Stacy and I just bit the bullet and purchased a new 42" plasma HDTV. If you like to watch your TV -- and I mean, really like to watch your TV -- this is the way for you. Trust me, pally.
If you've never been transfixed by the Hypnotoad-like powers of HDTV, you really don't know what you're missing. The wider screen, of course, adds a lot to the equation, but it's really more about quality than quantity. The picture is so crisp that I can actually discern the razor-thin dividing lines between our celebrity couples -- Tomkat, Brangelia, Czechoslovakia, etc.
And for sporting events, it's absolutely breathtaking. I watched Game 3 of the NBA Finals last night, and I could actually see the individual oil droplets on Pat Riley's hair. And Mark Cuban seemed so lifelike I could've spat on him.
Sure, there are dangers in the HDTV. For one thing, I've discovered that some people -- my local news anchors, David Letterman, etc. -- might not be ready for their extreme close-up. And, for another, there's a very good chance that I could develop bed sores sitting on my couch for the next month of World Cup action. (Seriously, what's a guy got to do to get turned around here?) But I'm willing to take those risks.
Don't believe me? Check out this great ad for the Sony Bravia. Very cool imagery, with Jose Gonzalez providing musical support.