Is that so much to ask?
For the past few years, I've been sitting on two broken '96 model PlayStations. You know, the big, chunky grey ones. One stopped working after seven years of a lot of love and overuse, and the other was given to me as a gift, secondhand and already broken.
So today I set out, screwdriver and coffee in hand, to dissect my PlayStations to see what still worked in each. After about an hour of swapping parts between them, I found out that one's motherboard was fried and the other simply had a few cables loose. So I got one of them working.
I cannot tell you guys how glorious it was to hear that PS1 startup screen booming through my old TV's mono speakers again after eight years of silence. I nearly cried from joy.
That's where it should have ended. I should've left well alone, but nooooo, I just HAD to check what ELSE wasn't working. You know, in case anything ever needed replacing. So I kept swapping parts, super confident I could reassemble a working PS1 again when I was done.
I pulled out the CD-ROM motor's power supply and CLINK! The adaptor snaps off the motherboard.
And I stand there in brief contemplation like
"You stupid butt knocking fart wipe, you are a brittle piece of rubbish," I say, albeit in more colourful language.
Now I'm back to having two broken PlayStations all over again. At least one of them starts up, but it can't read discs, so it's USELESS.
Was it my own restlessness and curiosity that got me into this situation? Yes, absolutely. But hot dang, my every attempt at securing a vintage console is just exploding right back in my face. You guys have any idea how hard it is to find old consoles here in South Africa? Nintendo wasn't really a thing here until the Wii happened, and so few people were able to afford a Sega Genesis in the '90s that I'm convinced only 10 or so exist in this country today.
And sure, I could buy this stuff off eBay just fine, but shipping alone costs $50-$70, excluding tax and duties, and even then it's NTSC with a completely different power adapter. I have fried a knock-off NES with the wrong power adapter before. It's hilarious when it's cheap (because the smoke comes out like crazy and it smells awful), but it won't be funny if I spend around $500 just to get the console into the country and it literally goes up in flames.
So okay. I hardly ever talk about my personal life on deviantART, but there you have it. These are the things that get me down. I bawl like a baby when my tech breaks. I'm one of those careful-to-the-point-of-being-anal people when it comes to electronics. All my tech is always like new and lasts way longer than it should. But nothing lasts forever, I suppose. I blame entropy.
My only solace now is the fact that my good old PS2 is rapidly aging to the point of becoming vintage itself. And I still have my original '89 Game Boy I picked up secondhand when I was a kid. It's not in the best condition and it's a little discoloured, but it's still just so dang beautiful to me.
Siiiggghhhhh. Tomorrow's a new day.