For weeks now I've been beseeching the deities of heaven (I'm not picky which ones) to bequeth unto me a 32 inch 3D-ready TV, and you know what all that praying and meditation has gotten me? Diddly-squat! All I have is inner peace and a lousy 32-inch non-3D TV. How are the Spy Kids supposed to jump out at me now?
I'm writing a letter of complaint to Father O'Hanagan.