Good-bye Old Friend
It was love at first sight. I was on the escalator in Plaza Singapura and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw shiny blobs of molten wax taunting me with their awesomeness. All my life I dreamed of owning a lava lamp. I quickly made my way back up one flight of stairs to the shop and requested an orange lava lamp. The only orange one left was the display model. I didn’t care, I wanted it so badly. It had to be mine.
Please enjoy both the visual amazingness and the truly awesome audio in the background.
For over a year, we lived together happily. Every night I would bask in the warm amber glow and enjoy the beautiful shapes it made for me. We had good times.
We also had some not-so-good times.
Then things started to get rough. The light bulbs would spontaneously burn out. Often.
Still, things weren’t right. Often the bulb would blow after just one use. I tried different plugs. I tried using a dimmer. I did research online. Soon, it stopped working entirely. I took it apart and tried to fix the wiring.
Nothing worked. My lava lamp died. The end.
I will miss you.