Showing posts with label TV. Show all posts
Showing posts with label TV. Show all posts

Friday, December 7, 2012

My $97 TV Story

A year ago, we inherited a 26" television from my mother-in-law, which we decided to put in the master bedroom.  I'm not sure that it is the greatest idea to have a television in your bedroom, because it certainly encourages more TV viewing.  But back in the old days when we still had cable, it was nice to get ready for bed and then watch Sunday Night Football or Monday Night Football while dozing off.  And if I'm honest and transparent, I'll admit that we often watched an episode of Seinfeld before sleeping.

But now, the TV came with a catch.  About 50% of the time, soon after you turned it on, there was an electronic glitch of some sort that made the screen mess up and was accompanied by a loud (and I mean hear-it-from-the-other-end-of-the-house kind of loud) buzzing noise that always made us jump out of our skin (not quite literally).  We put up with the inconvenience for a number of months, though I knew she was coming to the end of her rope when my good wife loaded the shotgun and brought it up to the room.  [NOTE:  the previous sentence is intended entirely for dramatic effect.  We don't own a shotgun.  FURTHER NOTE:  If we did own a shotgun, she would never bring it to our bedroom.  STILL FURTHER NOTE:  If we did own a shotgun and she did bring it to our room, she would would be shooting at the TV, not at me.  FURTHEST NOTE:  If we owned a shotgun and she brought it to our room and she did shoot at me... I'm sure that I would entirely deserve it.]

So having gotten used to a television in our room, but desiring one that didn't frighten us out of our wits half the time, on the Eve of Black Friday (the holiday formerly known as Thanksgiving) I went through the door buster ads.  Sears had a 32" for $97 beginning at 8pm.  That's my kind of price.  I'm not much of Black Friday shopper, but son #2 had some money burning a hole in his pocket.  So I encouraged him to ask his mother if she'd like to go out and swing by Sears.  They did this, and called from the store to inform me that the entire store was only given five of these TVs, and there MIGHT be more available at midnight if you'd like to stand in line.  I said don't bother.  But I was on the hunt, and was not going to be so easily thwarted.

Just a few minutes of internet searching turned up a reference to the lightening deals that Amazon was conducting that whole weekend.  These were special sales of a limited quantity of an item at a certain hour of the day.  It looked as though a 32" TV would be sold for... $97 at 8pm on Friday.  All the discussion indicated that these wouldn't last long, so I planned my day accordingly and sat at the computer for 30 minutes before (just in case my clocks were off) with the mouse hovering over the countdown timer.  Just as expected, at 8pm on the dot, the deal appeared and I clicked it into my virtual cart.  I checked out securely, and within a minute was back on the lightening deal page, and they were all sold out already.  What a wondrous age we live in when you click a few things, and three days later a package shows up on your front step (with free shipping!).

I took it up to our bedroom and plugged everything in and it looked good.  Now that we're cable-less, I hooked up the Wii so I could stream Netflix up there.  But I was a little confused when the black screen of the credits to some show were rolling, and there was a big (8 inches in diameter) bluish dot that was visible.  With some further experimentation I discerned that there were a couple of pixels that seemed not to be functioning, and when there was a dark background, a halo from those pixels radiated (pictured here).  I was not pleased.  But hey, it had a warranty.

So I called the manufacturer's warranty line and explained the issue.  I was told that it sounded to them like a problem from shipping, and they couldn't be held responsible for that.  I should call Amazon and have them replace it.  What should I do, I asked, if Amazon said that it sounded like a warranty issue and I should call the manufacturer?  My customer service representative sounded like that question wasn't part of the script, so he asked if I could hold while he "gathered further information."  Evidently there was no more information to gather, and he came back on the line and reiterated that it was a shipping problem and they couldn't be responsible.

So I tried Amazon.  In the past I have been very impressed with Amazon's customer service.  About a year ago son #1 had taken my kindle to school with him in his backpack, and it came out with what looked like a fractalized [sic] screen.  Amazon sent us a new one--no questions asked.  So I was encouraged when the customer service agent sounded confident that they would make things right.  I explained the issue and she said, "No problem.  Let me transfer you to our returns and exchange department."  The next person started off equally confident, until we got the part about this being a "lightening" deal.  It turns out they can only exchange for the exact same product.  And remember, all of those were gone in one minute.  And there was no indication on their computer that they'd be getting any more in.  So the only option they could give me was to get my $97 back.  I protested, however, that $97 would surely not get me another TV anywhere at this point, so I was really out of luck.  A supervisor was brought in to further explain (i.e., state again) the policy and suggested that I try calling the manufacture of the TV and treat it as a warranty issue.  In as gentle a tone as I could muster, I explained that I was talking to her now because I had already spoken with the warranty department.  She was very professional about it, and said to try telling them that Amazon was willing to exchange the TV, but the manufacturer hadn't supplied them with any more.

OK, back to the manufacturer.  They remembered me.  This time after my sob story the supervisor said, OK, we'll send you to the repair department so you can take the TV in and get it fixed.  After holding for most of an episode of Psych, a repair person came on the line and took my information.  Upon hearing my zip code, he informed me that there aren't any authorized repair centers in my area (by which I assume he meant "on my continent").  So what should I do now, I asked (mostly) pleasantly?  They told me that they would have a repair man come out to the house to take a look at it.  Seriously? I said?  For a $97 TV they were going to have someone come from Chicago (or Malaysia) to look at the blue dot on my TV?  Yes, you should receive a call within 24 hours to set up the appointment.

The next day, my phone vibrated while I was teaching.  After class I saw that it was a number I didn't recognize.  They left a message and asked that I call them as soon as I could.  On that phone call, I was informed that before they sent a repair man, they wanted to see some pictures of the TV.  I was given a list of five specific shots they wanted to see.  I went home that night, took the pictures and sent them in as instructed.  Then I called again to see what would happen next.  I was told that within 3-5 business days I would be contacted with their decision.  I still haven't heard anything.  That was 11 days ago.

BUT... The day after that phone call, Amazon called me back.  They were wondering what had happened with my TV.  I told them the long saga.  And the guy said, "so you still have the TV at your house?"  I said, "yes I do, blue spot and all."  He said, "Good.  Because just 15 minutes ago we got some new ones in, and we'll exchange yours."  I said, "Are you serious?  Who is this??"  Turns out that Amazon really does have the best customer service around.  Three days later a new TV was sitting on the back deck when I got home.  Hooked that one up, and put the old one in the box.  Printed out the UPS label and dropped it off at the UPS store.  Just yesterday I was notified that they had received the package and credited my account.  Case closed.

Or is it?  A repairman from Malaysia might show up one day looking for the first TV.  And, my wife informed me that two days ago the new TV screen went all white, and she had to unplug it to get it to reset...  I'm hiding the shotgun shells.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Wireless and Cableless

Along with the mobile phone transition described in my last post, the Stump family completed another couple steps yesterday in our relentless march toward the 21st century: first, we cut the cords of our land line phones.  Since every member of the household now has a mobile phone that actually has coverage at our house, we figured it was pointless to continue paying the phone company for that antique device that is attached to the wall.

Then we increased our home internet speed from 2Mb per second to 18Mb (a change that has been attested to by the results of speedtest.net, though coming in more in the range 12Mb), and most significantly for the household: we ditched cable TV.  Our history with television has been one of feast or famine.  We used to regularly abstain from all television for a month each year (full disclosure: it was usually February--the shortest month).  Then we gave up abstaining and signed up for two years worth of Direct Tv or some such provider that ushered innumerable channels into our living room.  I guess now we're on a famine cycle during which the skinny television cows are gobbling up the fat ones.

Part of the reasoning was that the kids have been watching very little broadcast television since we signed up for Netflix a year ago.  They rotate through episodes of Psych, Drake and Josh, Top Gear, and Dr. Who.  It gets more difficult for the grown-ups.  I hesitate to add up the amount of time I have spent the last year watching sports on TV.  My visual investment in the Euro-Cup and summer Olympics alone probably could have accounted for writing another book.  But we really enjoy such things.  My good wife might be the only person on the planet who splits her television time equally between fashion/decorating shows and the sports channels.  So, what to do...

Last night we had a mild case of the shakes from ESPN withdrawals  so I found the rabbit ears antenna up in the attic and hooked it up to the TV in our bedroom.  We stumbled on the beginning of Charlie Rose's interview with J.K. Rowling, and sat engrossed for about half an hour.  You don't find that sort of intelligent, engaging conversation on cable.  I said to my wife, "this confirms that we made the right choice."  If Mitt Romney gets elected and diverts budgetary dollars from PBS so we can build more tanks, I shall be very put out!  My wife then put in a dvd of the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice, which can occupy you for hours with the gorgeous language used (my favorite line last night was Mr. Bennett saying to Mrs. Bennett, "Mrs. Bennett, I have not the pleasure of understanding you.").  Again, you're not going to find that sort of thing in the various reality shows that dominate the cable networks.  I was reminded of a talk a professor at my institution gave several years ago when he said that he had his television "fixed"--not in the repaired sense, but in the spayed or neutered sense so that its functions were limited.  In his case only PBS could be received.  Perhaps that is my future.  Though I expect to have NBC on this afternoon to see the Notre Dame game.

Anyway, I'm anxious to see how this changes life.  If anyone has suggestions for getting live sports via the internet... you probably shouldn't tell me about it.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Internet Predators

Last night during the big storm in northern Indiana, our internet connection went out for a while. So, to track the progress of the tornado warning we had to break our weekday TV fast. Once the sensationalized weather coverage finally went back to network programming, I found myself watching this show called something like, Dateline--Predator.

The whole thing was a sting operation to catch guys chat with 13 year old girls on the internet and make arrangements to come have some sexual liaison with them. There are hidden cameras and microphones so we get to watch as some fifty year old guy comes to rendezvous with the girl (who is played by a very girlish, petite 18 year old). Then the Dateline host comes waltzing into the scene and springs the trap. Policemen come jumping out of the bushes and handcuff the guy while holding him facedown on the ground. It's quite gripping television (and another reason to keep the TV fast going!).

I haven't been able to sort out my thoughts on this yet. I guess I'm not surprised to know that there are otherwise fairly normal guys trying to do this sort of thing. I was pretty surprised to see it in action. I'm a bit repulsed by the slick, holier-than-thou host of the TV show (I wonder what his private life is like?), and it almost feels like entrapment. It is probably a healthy accountability mechanism for what people do on the internet. What was hidden and secret is laid bare for the world to see.

Oh, that we would have the character to be able to do the right thing even when no one is looking!!

Friday, July 13, 2007

1 vs. 100

Well, I'm back from gallivanting around the country. It feels like the summer is over. I have no more trips planned, and it's time to ramp things up for the next school year. I should be sliding back into the rut next week and will attempt to become regular once again at maintaining my digital doppelganger.

The family has been on a partial TV fast for the summer months: no TV at all (including movies and video games) Monday through Thursday. So by Friday evening, everyone is craving some mindless visual stimulation. Tonight we caught the new NBC game show One vs. One Hundred. It is actually pretty fun.

It is a trivia show--mostly about popular culture, but with a few geography, logic, science questions thrown in. The contestant and the "mob" of 100 people (tonight there were janitors, spelling bee winners, and Hooters waitresses in the mob) have to answer questions. If you get one wrong, you're out. The goal is for the contestant to beat everyone in the mob and s/he gets $1million. You can try playing it yourself online here. It is certainly far superior to the totally random Deal or No Deal and Bingo Night in America.

It is a curiosity to me that broadcast TV has become so saturated with game shows. I suppose the most reasonable response to this would be to extend the TV fast to 7 days per week.