Projector Love
I love projectors as much as I love my saucony running shoes (and I really do love them, I’m a runner through and through). I got my first when I was fourteen and, although it’s now broken, it still occupies a place in my heart that will never be replaced. Of course, it wasn’t always good. My projector regulalry put me through hell and made my young life a misery. Why so? Well, It was large, difficult to use and went from room-temperature to molten-lava hot in about ten minutes. For that reason I could only use it for five minutes at a time. I’d need to let it sit and rest for half an hour after every five minutes, otherwise it would begin to smoke at the back and the plastic would threaten to catch fire. On the odd occasion that it didn’t almost catch fire, I’d have to turn it off anyway. Any more than seven minutes of the terrifying jet-engine noise it produced was simply too much to bear.
If you’ve never done it, you should know this: there really is nothing like watching slides through a projector. It’s a unique experience for many reasons. One which takes you right back to the day the photo was taken and reminds you what living is all about. And because slides aren’t perfect, you get all the sut marks and scratches. Each one a reminder of something that makes you smile.
Another great thing about projectors is watching movies, of course. My modern projector lets me watch films up on my bedroom wall. If I was prime minister I’d make everybody have one. No household should be without it!
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