I had trouble with bra algae as well.
Same. We'd pull all the tubes and go to the neighborhood drug store that had a tube tester. Replace the ones that failed and got the TV back online. It eventually died and was replaced with a modern "Solid State" TV. Good times.I have many memories of my father "fixing" the TV, which usually ended with a call to the repairman. One memorable day he was using a flashlight as he poked around the back of the TV. In drunken frustration he loudly announced, "My ass gives off more light that this gotdamn flashlight." It became a family favorite laugh getter when he wasn't around.
I had some of that too. I remember Dad once "fixed" a leak under the sink using plumbers putty. When the plumber showed up a few weeks later to really fix it, he spent some time chastising the previous "plumber" that did that work.My father was always "fixing" things in ways that doubled repair costs once the repairman was finally called.
For me, it was seaweed lingerie.I had trouble with bra algae as well.
My I assume that conduction is the act of dishonestly taking someone else's ducks?
