That's a pretty interesting article. With care one can keep those LCD's
alive and avoid additional landfill dumping, besides learning something.
Hey, who's afraid of a little brain damage when you can save $100.
Which caps should I ground?
Do you think they were that illiterate before they discovered the bulbs were
full of mercury?
For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.