Last month I happened across a close-out projector for a price that for me was finally right, so after about 20 years of pining for a projector like Ralphie and that Red Ryder BB gun, I finally had one. I crammed a 100-inch screen into a space I never thought would swallow it, and after about a year on the sidelines following a move I got my system, including my beloved LS6 speakers, back in the game. Ever since my day ends with my butt parked in one of the two recliners positioned in front of my own personal theater. It doesn't matter what I'm watching . . . network television, Blu-Ray, DVD, Honey Boo Boo . . . I'm fascinated and just don't want to stop. Most nights that means that as the minutes tick by my recliner slowly inches back slowly until I doze off.
That happened earlier this week. I don't know how long I'd been asleep when a gunshot cracked through the room, scaring the HOLY CRAP!!! out of me and causing an involuntary spasm that sent my recliner tipping over and spilling me onto the floor in a heap.
Which I suppose could lead to a few tag lines: "The LS6 -- so real it will knock you out of your chair." Or maybe, "so real it will knock you on your ass!"
