Over the din blared a television tuned to a baseball playoff game.

As usual, many front doors stood open, televisions blaring.

On a recent evening, preparations for dinner were under way in the warmth of the kitchen, while a television blared in the living room.

A television was blaring, and the buffet snacks looked like a 3-year-old had crawled across them.

The television blared, unwatched; three different boomboxes competed with each other.

Now a 19-inch television blares Russian movies from one corner of the tent.

The television blared, this time with news of the election, but still no final result.

The television was blaring, and there were three cans of beer stacked in a row on the floor next to the bed.

The television, for so long the vehicle of Milosevic's hate-mongering propaganda, is blaring.

A long-silent television the humans had kept behind the bar suddenly blared into life.