the tv in my living room is haunted...

it keeps turning on by itself when no one's in the room. kinda creepy...

they're coming to get you, barbara

someone with a really powerfull universal remote control lives near by

[Edited on Jan 15, 2005 by beaky]

it's like 'white noise', michael keaton's breathtaking new film

sorry about that.

they're here
soon that creepy little psychic woman with the sexy whispery voice will give you advice on how to get those fuckers into the light.

Damnit, so does my cieling fan light.

Its just one of those "universal" remotes. It must share a frequency with your television.

TV-B-Gone

When I was a kid, we had this really mean drunk neighbor that used to yell at us. We could never figure out how to get him back, until we figured out that we could get his TV with another cable box remote from my friend's bedroom window.

So began a thoroughly entertaining year of him getting outrageously mad at his TV set, We'd shut it off at the worst possible moments. Right at the good part of a movie. Mid-air on a hail mary pass - you name it. We'd watch him stand there waiting for the set to go off while he was right in front of it and turn it off just as he sat back down. We'd switch to the Playboy Channel while he had guests over. We'd turn the volume all the way down or up little by little. Turn the set on in the middle of the night and shut it off when the lights came on. He got a new cable box. He got a new TV. Nothing could stop us.

Then he died in a fishing boat accident and all our fun was over. His mother (whom of course, he lived with) couldn't figure out why all the TV trouble stopped after he died.

REPAIRMAN: It seems to be set up properly.
MAN: Well, yeah, but I mean, it's full of lizards.
REPAIRMAN: It's a good picture.
WOMAN: I'm not having a TV pouring lizards into my house.
REPAIRMAN: Well, you see, they're not really anything to do with me, strictly.
Blue Jam

It's strange, because that movie didn't scare me at all in the theater...however, driving home afterwards I really didn't wanna scan the radio so I just rode home in scilence. Oh sad pathetic life.

Hah. One of my ex-girlfriends had her phone cut her off mid call and flash 666-6666 on its little caller ID screen.

That's what you get for pissing off the dead!

So this one time I was in a hotel room my friends and I had rented for a party, tripping off mushrooms, sitting on a bed and sort of absently staring at the digital alarm clock that was on the nightstand... and after I'd been staring at this clock radio for several minutes, it quite literally just went nuts-- the LCD numbers started flashing weird non-numerical patterns and the radio blared loud AM static and then it just quit working altogether. Everyone noticed this and asked me what I was doing to break the radio, and I couldn't properly explain what happened. I was convinced I broke it just by staring at it.

And googuse, the kind of entertainment you describe is better than any kind of regular television.

This happened to me for a while back in high school. It happened for about a month or something. And it ONLY happened when I was alone in the house, so, of course, my mother didn' t believe me.