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Thanks, EMBEEGEE.... but I came across this image and think that it turned me off the idea!

http://pinterest.com/pin/56154326573268500/

My condo was built in 1939 and has concrete walls behind the plaster... I've wanted to mount my tv but am afraid that the concrete will get crumbly and the whole thing will come crashing down eventually, leaving a lot of concrete gash filling for me.

Is it okay to mount a tv in concrete?

Here's my moving disaster, courtesy of my myspace blog from ages ago...

"I borrowed my sister's new golden minivan to pack up a batch of clothes, books, and family memorabilia as a part of my temporary move from DC to my dad's house in Alexandria. After I parked in front of my apartment I thought I heard the distinct "psssssssssst" sound of a tire deflating. I checked the tire - not soft, not shrinking. Must have been something else?

So I packed a few more boxes, took my dinner at Tryst, and went back to my apartment. Checking the tire I noted that it did not look flat - maybe it was just too dark to tell?

So in the morning around 4:30 I woke up, unable to sleep - I had a list of things to do that day: return my sister's car by 8:15, unpack a load of stuff, return to my apartment to meet the movers at 7 am, go to a wedding at 3:30. You can see where this is going...

So I go outside at about 5:00 am to get in the car and get on with the day. I hop in, forgetting entirely the possibility of having a flat tire... I did. The car was wonky. I had to return home.

AAA towed me to Alexandria.

As I rode along with this rather short and stout man who grunted and groaned all the way down 14th St like he had to take a shit, I recounted to him another tale of me and a flat tire whilst driving on the Long Island Expressway to go to my cousin's wedding about 3 years ago. I wondered - why do I keep getting flat tires on wedding days?

I wonder what it all means?

"Don't get murried - " is the advice he gave, jumping out of his truck to use a port-a-potty near the Washington Monument. He was glad to be going to tha ALX because up here we gots Krispy Kreme donoughts.

At the wedding my sister rapped while I beat boxed. I danced with all kinds of Frenchies. I spoke horrible French. That night, the bunny (a friend) crashed at my dad's house and we listened to a scuffler on the phone and wore our voices out telling each other stories that neither one remembered in the morning."

Don't get murried. Classic advice.