Blog of Billy

Came home the other day to discover that nothing in my living room knew what time it was. Generally when I walk in the door, I'm greeted by the little blue lights on the VCR clock that tell me when I decided to stumble inside. That day, eerie blankness told me nothing. I checked power cords and surge protectors; both seemed fine. Feeling engineerish, I unplugged it and started to take it apart. I followed a slight clicking noise until I found the culprit: a capacitor with a short in it. As I don't really have access to any soldering tools or real EE equipment that can verify my findings, it's going to have to chillax on my bedroom floor until I can scrounge up such things. I've had that particular VCR for nigh onto 12 years now, so it's had a pretty good run. I suppose that the tape I had in there is pretty lost until such hopeful future. The hardest part of the whole ordeal was coming up with an RF Modulator so I could watch DVDs and play Final Fantasy. I had to make a special trip with Denise to the un-Best Buy. Sorry Matt.

Angel pumping gas, why won't this moment last?