I love Bjork. Everyone should love Bjork. People who don't love Bjork, you gotta watch out for them; they're prolly some kind of shape-shifting lizardperson bent on world domination. Or something. Just 'cause it's a rainy Monday, we present for you Bjork (circa Sugarcubes days would be my guess, based on her youth and giant hair) explaining how your TV works. I was half expecting rainbows and fairies to come shooting out of her set when she opened the back. Love her!