As we watch... the comes from time to time, a wee bit of a buzzing noise.
It quite literally "fades in" and "fades out" ... unless, of course, I get off the sofa
to go see where it's coming from... then it stops dead.
It is coming from the general direction of the tv.
But there's a tv, a pvr, an amp, a dvd, a vcr...
However the sound does carry a distinct "I am in behind the plastic slats on the back of your big ass tube tv yo... come find me! hahahahah"
Or something like that...
So, with a nod the guys on Kids In The Hall and the "Try it now" sketch...
I haul out the vacuum and give the tube the serious hose'en.
And every other electronic component.
Dust does make for odd noises on electronic components... or at least that's the story I'm stick'en to.
After the Desperate House Hoes do all their dying, remembering, forgetting, killing and fucking...
and after listening to that damn noise pop in, fade away, fade in and pop away ... I was getting a bit... miffed. (warning: understatement)
Off goes the tv... off goes the amp... off goes the pvr...
And I get up to turn off the light,
And the buzzing kicks in.
Suz is already gone... it's dead quiet.
With cat like reflexes, I zero in on the noise and take a step towards the tv.
I was kidding about the cat thing.
Buzz starts... and stops again.
excited, I move down.
I'm doing the nobody can see me, so who cares... face on carpet, head in corner behind the edge of the tv.
I wanted to be right there when it started again... so I could be sure... and could ... maybe vacuum it again. Whatever.
... and the fricking buzzing started up again.
Coming from directly below my flipping chin.
A pebble so small it hardly deserves the lofty title of "pebble" and borders on "speck"...
... sitting on the closed slats of the register cover thing.
It was vibrating against the metal slat in tune with the action of the furnace fan or something.
Open slats... hear speck fall and go "clink" in the vent...
and the buz is no more.
Fun story huh.
k... ni ni.