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So I tried AND FAILED to repair two Wyse terminals today.
The left one is my WY60: It mostly functions, but I don't have a keyboard for it and it's got RAM problems. I was kinda hoping the RAM problems would go away when I replaced some failing caps, but nope! it's still got problems. I'm gonna have to figure out some way to figure out which RAM chip is affected here, it's got a weird architecture with multiple different types of memory.
Now, the right one, that's my WY30+: It's got no vertical deflection. I basically looked into the service manual and found all the caps affiliated with the vertical deflection, and replaced all of them. Sadly, no luck. It's still just got a single line on the display. So I'm gonna have to dig into the service manual some more and maybe do some oscilloscoping to figure out what's going on with the missing vertical deflection
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#@retro_perception#crt#crt repair#retroperception#scanlines#retro gaming#ps1#ps2#sony playstation#mitsubishi#vintage display#vintage tech#90s#pixel art#tube tv#pixel design#art#design#character design#character art#video games#gaming#xvs#mvc#1990s#90s fighting games#fighting games#fgc
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I love vintage tech and if I get the expenses to I'd love to start collecting some of it
#cookie.txt#like i know in the modern era some of this stuff is functionally useless#as we have much better technology now that can do more#but it's the novelty for me y'know. having old tech in my room is enrichment for my autistic ass#i'd love to get a commodore 64#or a CRT TV for retro gaming#OR ACTUALLY. there's an old samsung CRT TV from the late 90s that's still in my family's house#if we could get it repaired. i'd be interested in using that...
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Does anyone have any experience getting CRT televisions repaired? Like, how easy or hard it might be to find someone willing to do it & how expensive it might be?
#i have an irreplaceably wonderful crt and it worked abt a year ago but it’s been in storage & got a bit dusty inside and out#and it won’t turn on anymore now. like if I try to power it on the red indicator flashes on for a moment but fades & nothing else happens#and it is such a cool tv. nice screen quality despite the fact I found it on the side of the road + it has an inbuilt dvd player#and it also has all the buttons required to operate it built in so no remote required#and it has AV connections so I used to be able to play my gamecube and n64 on it which was incredible#i can’t replace it bc I cannot find any record of this model of tv anywhere yet. like no manuals no pictures nothing#I’ve found an arcade repair blog that briefly shows 1 pic of a tv that looks the same but they don’t mention any details about it at all#I’m in bed rn so can’t check but I believe the model number on the back said ‘TI49ID’ and the brand is Tevion#but I looked it up and there were no relevant results⛷#i didn’t mean to put that emoji of the skiing person on the last tag btw I’m just having microsleeps rn and my finger dropped onto it#going sleepy now
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watching computer cleaning videos before bed to micro-dose on cleaning my own computer
#mortem.txt#i think will be my personal tag#but last night i watch a man clean a beautiful old crt screen PC and keyboard that was SO yucky but it looked so pretty by the end#it's a shame he plans on using the frame to update it to a modern computer instead of repairing it#but i suppose it's his choice
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Yesterday I saw a massive dead TV on the side of the road that wasn't a flatscreen for once, went over to investigate, went "aw yeah that's probably a rear projection TV, no biggie", I go to take a photo of the model number at the back so I can look it up later, SONY TRINITRON CRT TV
#tetranynous.txt#I WAS DEVASTATED#TRINITRONS ARE REALLY GOOD#i would have attempted to rescue it but it was far far too heavy#plus it had been left out in the rain all night ;(#im very confident in my repair work but i do not have the tools to discharge the several hundred volt tube safely unfortunately :(#it sucks because crts are extremely rare around here!!#i see at maximum 3 a year in the wild
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Sony KV-27S66 clean, RGB mod, recap, geometry adjust and detail
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Take My Hand
As a toddler Mycroft Holmes’ parents understood he was not fond of touch. He especially did not like to have his hands held. He constantly tried to have something in at least one hand to have a reason not to touch or be touch beyond necessities.
A repair was needed to a fence in back acreage. Now a curious aged seven, Mycroft followed his father and the groundskeeper across their land. Accustomed to the young boy’s presence, neither thought anything of it as hopped random stones to cross the wide creek. Mycroft easily hopped the first few stones, but nearly slipped into the water with his last attempt. He realized his young legs were not a match for the length of the adult men. It was not deep water, but it was nearing winter and he did not want to fall.
“Da!” Mycroft, carefully balanced on a stone, called to his father.
Mr. Holmes turned in surprise at his very independent son until he understood the problem. He reached out, Take my hand.
Mycroft reluctantly put his hand out, the chagrin of having to do so evident, even on his young face.
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Mummy heard when the front door slammed. Her husband was about to yell when she held up a hand as two sets of footsteps ran up the stairs.
“Sherlock. Leave. Me. The hell. ALONE!” was bellowed from upstairs.
The insulting tones of a younger brother, who knew a lot- but not yet enough, followed.
“Of course he’s mad, you’re stupid! You kissed him; I saw it! And with your tongue in his mouth? Nasty! That’s why he hit you!”
Mummy was on her way up when something heavy in Mycroft’s room hit the floor and shattered.
“Sherlock! Go downstairs and help your father.”
“But Mummy…”
“Now, Sherlock.”
She entered the bedroom, closed the door gently behind her and carefully stepped around the shattered CRT monitor on the floor. Mycroft laid with his back to the door. He curled further in on himself, but did not otherwise acknowledge her. Still, she knew he was aware of her presence. She silently sat on the edge of the bed and waited.
“I didn't know it could hurt so much…” a muffled voice sniffled.
“Unfortunately, the first one almost always does, son.”
“There will not be another,” a broken voice snarled.
She had known it was going to end badly with her son and the closeted boy, but some things cannot be avoided in life, and one’s very first heartbreak was at the top of the list. Her own heart broke as Mycroft sobbed into his pillow.
Knowing he would never ask, after a while she simply put an open palm beside him. Take my hand.
She knew he would know it is there. Moments later an awkward hand silently reached out barely touching hers.
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Hands on his umbrella, Mycroft said nothing as his -no longer a baby- brother’s Red rimmed verdigris eyes slowly fluttered open and tracked the hospital room until they met his.
“How…?” Sherlock’s normally baritone, a raspy shadow of its normally mellifluous self. He groaned as he tried to sit up.
“Why ask questions you know the answer to, Sherlock?”
Mycroft had flicked his eyes away, but knew Sherlock caught his wince. The beating had been brutal. Sherlock had deleted the details of how they got there from himself, but Mycroft dig not need Sherlock to tell him; he had already deduced it.
“This OD was accidental, a miscalculation…”
“Miscalcu-!” Mycroft nearly thundered before he stopped himself. The sudden silence, was one thing, but nothing could have prepared Mycroft for the tears that slipped from his own eyes. “Promise me, Sherlock.” Mycroft angrily wiped them away, “Promise you won’t do this again…” Mycroft’s voice broke piteously. “Please?”
Sherlock placed his hand on the guard rail near him.
Mycroft knew it was not a promise to stop, but silently asking: should he fall, again, would Mycroft be there.
Sherlock’s hand lingered there for a while silently begging, Take my hand.
Only when it seemed Sherlock was about to pull away, did Mycroft lay his hand over Sherlock’s.
“I’ll always be there for you.”
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It was less than two hours since his parents left his office after a tongue lashing that Mycroft had not been privy to since A Levels. It helped to know Sherlock did not hate him for the keeping the secret of their little sister all that time. Still, his parents’ words had stung. With Sherlock taking their parents back home and Anthea still at Sherrinford straightening the mess left in Eurus’ wake; for the first time in a long time, Mycroft felt utterly and completely alone.
Even more so than when he woke up trapped in Eurus’ old cell.
He had sat on the floor because Eurus had destroyed the bed taking away the only comfort in that space. The floor was cold and he was not exactly young anymore. He was grateful when rescue arrived in the form of Greg Lestrade.
“Here.” Greg offered to help when Mycroft’s cold stiffened bones protested rising.
“I’m fine.” Mycroft used the bedframe to pull himself up.
“You're not alone, just so you know.” Greg had sighed as they walked out.
At the time Mycroft thought Greg referred to the eyes and ears that were always in that room.
Mycroft told Anthea she could go home and he was on his way home himself.
Somehow, he wound up in the carpark of NSY instead.
He does not know who, if anyone, told Greg he was there. He was just grateful when the man acknowledged his driver, then quietly slid into the backseat next to him.
Greg said nothing as the car pulled into traffic; just his presence was enough to chase the demons away.
Only then did Mycroft understand what Greg had truly meant that night.
“I’m not alone, Greg.” Mycroft laid his hand on the seat between them, his pinky grazed along Greg’s then stilled. “I know that now.”
Understandably unsure, Greg tentatively slid his hand closer so that their respective pinkies fully touched, but nothing more.
“And just so you know; neither are you.” Mycroft turned his palm up on the seat in offering, Take my hand.
“I know that now.” Greg smiled as he slowly slid his hand over Mycroft’s and grasped it.
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Imagine CC Sephiroth finding a CCTV footage of something related to his early developement where in the background he can see a woman (Jenova, from his photo) and can faintly hear her screaming at Hojo "let me hold him" and "you can't take my son away from me"
Snooping around the data room was bound to cut through the web of Hojo's lies and half truths eventually, which is exactly why he kept going back. Occasionally, he found old tapes and took them to his apartment for further inspection, hiding each one under his long uniform coat and returning them before anyone noticed.
At first he doesn't believe what he's seeing.
It was his recovery from his first mako procedure, long before he could speak or crawl or remember. He was in a pod not much larger than he was, an egg of glass protecting him and regulating the oxygen levels as necessary.
The baby in the incubator shivered, scratching at the wires in its skin in an attempt to break free. Each wire was anchored with metal shackles, presumably one of the only things it couldn't break, probably also reused from the many dogs Hojo bred for the President's son. The first five minutes only showed his cold and discomfort as he struggled to heal.
But he recognized the woman in the observation glass. He heard her muffled cries and chose to ignore them until her face entered the frame. A face he held close to his chest for as long as he could.
It was her. It was Jenova, her brown hair in the exact same ponytail as her photo. Her pleas no longer drowned in his ears.
"Let me hold him!"
Then Hojo entered the screen as well, though his face was cut off Sephiroth knew every mannerism of that wicked man like the back of his hand. Every step, every gesture, every shift of dark glasses.
"Just once! Please!"
His heart ached. He felt his hand move to his chest, to where her photo used to remain.
"Absolutely not. Your presence at this stage will damage him beyond repair. I will not allow you to ruin this with your meddling."
"Hojo, please!"
He did not budge. "I allowed you this far. You may look at him through that window before security escorts you out."
"You can't take my son away from me!"
"This is my laboratory, and I will do as I please. You have seven seconds."
She surrendered, placing her hands against the glass, turning away from the scientist with tears down her cheeks. "Sephiroth!"
His breath hitched. His name. Her voice. Her undeniable care.
"Sephiroth, my son, know your mother loves you! I love you so much and I would break you free if I was strong enough! I love you, my son! I would do anything to be by your side!"
The helmeted officers came and pulled her arms back.
"Sephiroth! SEPHIROTH!"
A door opened and closed, and the recording continued as if nothing happened.
Sephiroth ejected the tape before taking his weapon and rushing to the labs, the evidence again hidden under his coat until he met his target.
The scientist's side glance infuriated his already burning nerves. He said nothing as he pushed the scientist away from the desk and inserted the tape into an old player connected to a CRT screen. He skipped ahead and paused the video when Jenova came into full view against the window.
Hojo groaned in annoyance, literally rolling his eyes. "Why are you showing me this, boy? I was there, you know."
"You said she died in childbirth."
"I said she died after you were born."
"You ripped me away."
"And I made you better for it. Do you have any idea how pathetic you'd become under a mentally unstable mess like her?"
"Don't you dare speak of my mother that way!"
"I knew her well. I will speak of her as I please."
"...where is she?"
"Pardon?"
"Where. Is she?"
"I just said she's dead."
"And why would I believe you?"
"You're wasting my time."
"Why would I believe you?"
The room turned cold. "Because I am the only source you have, and you know it."
That deep reality tainted the entirety of the interrogation, and Sephiroth was forced to leave with the exact same knowledge he walked in with. He couldn't stop hearing her voice. He couldn't stop the looping plea in his mind.
Know your mother loves you!
Sephiroth!
Sephiroth.
#ff7#sephiroth#ffvii#final fantasy vii#final fantasy 7#lucrecia crescent#ffvii hojo#hojo ffvii#hojo ff7#i promise I can write happy stuff too#I swear i can
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Sometimes things get rough, this G3 imac is tougher but it'll need some help.
Somewhere along the way this machine took a hard knock what shattered the inner bezel and threw the CRT askew, yet despite that, it still powered on, so it's a survivor and I'll be planning to restore it.
CRT hotwork is not something I look forward too but this system needs to be aligned.
To do:
Repair inner bezel (glue or replace?)
Realign CRT
Software and games
Upgrades?
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people who repair crts are braver than any marine
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So Warframe added a "Pom-2" Alternate 1999 computer (that's needed for weird void magic future science wizardry). Thoughts?
Only thing I have that's a sort of question mark is that I don't know of many setups that would have needed a 5 1/4" floppy in 99 (or why it has both the tower and the under monitor unit)
ugh. OKAY, so... the tower and desktop combination is just weird. I have, on one occasion, run a "server" that was two towers, and the original PC supported a DUAL-DESKTOP mode, but both types together? nonsense.
dual monitor was rare but possible in 1999 (win98 added native support), so I think the best interpretation here is that this is actually two computers. maybe the one on the left is missing the keyboard and mouse because it's being used as some kind of server for the other computer? I used a little case like that to run my first linux server, which was also acting as a router for my internal network.
The OS is weird. The icons above the menu-bar look like win98, the dialog box is windows 3.x, the menu-bar icons on the bottom are pure os X (although they remind me of like a web-TV kinda system, like hotkeys for email/internet/etc), but the greyscale is very classic mac system. Actually it kinda reminds me of C64's GEOS, but GEOS was very classic-mac.
Like most CRT-filters, they turned the scanlines up WAY TOO HIGH. No CRT I've ever seen looked that fucking terrible. The monitor buttons are a bit odd: You didn't get monitors with buttons on the front until long after they were all color... but maybe it's a color monitor that's showing a monochrome OS?
as for the floppies: yeah. There are multiple mistakes here.
5.25" in 1999 is just silly. If you still had 5.25" disk drives in 1999, you were intentionally doing some retrocomputing stuff. For reference, around 2001 my PC repair job would specifically ask me to copy data off 5.25" disks, because they didn't have any 5.25" drives anymore, and I was their only tech who did.
The other mistake is that they have THREE floppy drives. so the PC doesn't really support that, natively? You can do some tricks and make it work (The youtuber Tech Tangents did a video on how it could be done), but realistically two was the normal max.
The final mistake is that all the drive activity lights are on. Those are only supposed to be on while the drive is reading or writing... and I don't see any disks in those drives! Let alone a situation that would involve turning all three on at once (I don't think that's even possible on most floppy controllers!)
In fact, the main time you'd end up with the drive lights stuck on like that is when you've installed the drive cable upside down. That ends up with them getting stuck on and non-functional. So this computer looks, to me, like it was put together incorrectly and no one noticed.
I don't believe that font would be on a black & white retro computer. Nope. Too smooth and too big.
There's also a USB icon on that OS: I don't think there's ever been a monochrome OS that supported OS, and looking at that computer case I don't believe that it has USB. Maybe the tower would, but the desktop? no.
That keyboard is off a Gateway 2000 computer. Something like this:
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#@retro_perception#jvc#crt#crt repair#retro perception#scanlines#sega#sega cd#shmups#shootemup#90s#retro gaming#sega cdx#sony trinitron#design#style#gaming#video games
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Devil May Cry Headcanon: Electronics
Demonic power messes up electronic devices, especially modern ones.
Most of the electronic disturbances so-called 'ghost hunters' attribute to spirits is actually caused by low-level demons. When the big ones come, there are issues for miles from wherever they crossed over to the human realm.
Fortuna, having a higher than average amount of demonic activity in the area and being uniquely aware of demons, have adapted by cutting out most electronics (the outside world figures it's just part of the cult's way of keeping the people from learning much about life away from the island). The Holy Order of the Sword also states that they're living more as Sparda did this way, so they consider it a win-win.
Dante, being a rare hybrid and dripping in demonic power, fucks up electronics wherever he goes. It's why he has a vintage refrigerator; an old, wired telephone; a retro jukebox that actually plays vinyls; and an old CRT television in his shop. It's also why they so often need repairs. His energy wears them out quicker, but the new stuff fries out as soon as he touches it. Sometimes even before.
One of the pizza places he favors has some old arcade machines. They hold up fine as ling as Dante doesn't actually touch them when he eats there. The owner once got a new model machine and it died as soon as Dante walked past it. Fortunately, the owner just thought he'd been right in thinking the old stuff lasts better and replaced it with another vintage cabinet.
Nero is very mechanically inclined, so he was able to get his headphones working in Fortuna, but he constantly had to work on them. His own demonic power kept growing throughout puberty, until he eventually couldn't use them after the Savior Incident. It's why he fixed up an old mini-jukebox for the Minotaurus. It's also why he built the radio-phone to use in it. A mobile branch wouldn't have worked if no one could reach him while he was working.
Nico had thought that as long as he never handled her cell phone, they'd be good, but it died from proximity when they were researching the order together.
Patty has long since learned to leave her phone at home or in her car when visiting Devil May Cry.
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Isn’t it fucked up how it took 30 years for LCDs to hit the same quality of CRT screens? Like y’all spent all this time to get back accurate colors, response times, and ghosting? I mean it made laptops better, but like. You sacrificed quality and repairability and longevity for thinness.
Also LCDs and flat screens in general have no sex appeal. CRTs and Projection TVs are technology you want to FUCK
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I love your blog!!! I use my tumblr differently, but irl I am a huge space fan and retrogamer (we own and repair/mod many, many consoles, computers, and CRTs), so I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you 😄💕
Thank you for sharing so much about those things 💙
Right on! Thank you.
Dig the Coleco.
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