One of the senior adult ladies at our church gave me an alarm clock for Christmas. It’s got a giant digital readout with red numbers, and it even has a projector so I can shoot the time on the ceiling, or the wall, or Keri’s sleeping face.
I love it, but Keri thinks it’s satanic. I think it might be because it has this weird flicker (imagine it occasionally switching from 2 to 3 and back again multiple times in a second), and because the projector randomly turns itself off and on. The best part is that sometimes it projects strange mangled digital contortions rather than the time, and when it does that, you can’t turn off the projector.
I love my alarm clock, and it makes me laugh. Fortunately, Keri puts up with it. She’s pretty cool like that.