Thursday, March 23, 2023

Retro Gaming Hits and Misses (Part 3)

No, I didn't fix Rob's old PS2 "Fat" (using that nickname is a little uncomfortable), and my anger may (did) have made the situation worse.  And now Rob's old PS2 maybe a pile or two of parts... 

...  but they are good looking parts. The top cover looks flawless.

That got me thinking about finding a way to redeem myself. I decided to check eBay for a PS2 that needed parts.

I found two auctions that looked promising.

#1:

Item description from seller: "Kid got a hold of the drill and started drilling holes into it. They are only on the surface; nothing inside was damaged. Console works like a charm!"

I figured I could replace the top shell with mine. That would be an easy fix. I was a bit leery about the honesty of a seller who allowed a small child access to power tools. 

#2:


Item description from seller: "LAST TIME THIS THING WAS TURNED ON IT WORKED FINE SAT IN A BOX ECER SINCE I DONT HAVE CORDS OR ELSE I WOULD TEST BUT ID SAY IT WORKS"

I have cords and a disc tray cover, so that would be an easy fix, too. I was a bit leery of it sitting in a box for a long time and of the seller really having no way to test it (and the all-caps didn't help). 

I put in a low bid on auction #1, but I lost during the night. That was a good thing. The seller of auction #2 sent me a offer of 50% off his $30 price. The total was $32.10 with shipping. Not a bad price to pay for retro game redemption.

The seller's name on eBay is porkemon.


I like how the mailer box was decorated. Somebody was having fun.



The first thing I did when I opened the box was to attach my disc tray cover to the new PS2. Whew. That looks better.


What didn't look better was the TV when I tested this PS2. The console technically worked. I could turn it on. The problem was that the left side of the startup screen was blue when it was supposed to be black. The colors were also way off when playing games. DVDs, however, looked great. Huh?

Miss?

I took a deep breath and checked Google for someone with a solution. No dice. My next inclination was to grab my tool box, but then I stopped myself. Just because I could open it up doesn't mean that I should. Sometimes I have a tendency to "over fix" a problem. I forget to check the simple things first.

I checked the AV port that is on the lower right of the back. 


It looked dirty. Maybe that was my problem? (Notice that the Warranty Seal is still intact.)



I dipped a Q-tip in isopropyl alcohol and ran that back and forth across the contacts. The Q-tip came out covered with grime. That was encouraging. I went through six more Q-tips, but there was no change in the screen's discoloration. I then sprayed the port with DeoxIT D5 and let it sit overnight. 

One thing that I learned while working on pinball machines is that sometimes a machine can fix itself. It just needs to be used. Some people call this "playing through the problem." 

The next day I popped in Sled Storm (PS1 1999) and played for a few minutes. The screen looked yellow, but after losing a few races I noticed that the correct colors would blink on for a moment or two. I exchanged the game disc for a CD, and let the Pixies' Dolittle play. The startup screen was entirely black after a few hours of playing music. Is it a coincidence that the lead singer for the Pixies is Black Francis? 

The PS2 had fixed itself with a little cleaning. I didn't even have to cut the Warranty Seal. 

Hit! 


Now to explain that sound bar...

Retro Gaming Hits and Misses (Part 4)

I have been using this Vizio sound bar in our basement for years.

The sound bar was quite a revelation. An explosion on the screen made it feel like I was surrounded by debris and flames, and I didn't need six speakers to pull that off. Since it is only a 2.1 system (two enclosed speakers and a subwoofer), it really works well with my older, 2.0 DVDs. 

I found this Vizio subwoofer at GoodWill a couple of months ago for $6. I checked my phone to see if it was possible to connect two subwoofers to one sound bar. The internet said it was possible. I bought it hoping I could bring more thunder downstairs.


Miss!

I couldn't get the sound bar to recognize the other subwoofer in the room. Shoot! I almost put the sub in the garbage since I had no way to test it. In the end, I left it near my chair and used it as a small table/ drink coaster. I was just being lazy to be honest. 

I recently found a Vizio sound bar by its lonesome at the Many Hands Thrift Store. The price sticker read, "No cords, untested, $10." I flipped it over to take a picture of model label. That evening I remembered the picture and compared it to the label on the sub. They were both Vizio V3. I brought the sound bar home the next day and although it took awhile the two eventually paired. 

Back to Amazon I went.


The replacement remote works just fine.

Hit!

I'm using an optical audio cable to connect the PS2 to the sound bar and some wood scraps from school to raise the bar over the cords.


A lot gets lost in translation when you use a phone to record a television screen, but this is what it kind of looks and sounds like after all these hits and misses. This is part of the opening to Sled Storm (2002). 


I have to admit I'm impressed with the TV. I would have laughed at the idea of buying a 4:3 set a couple of years ago. Now I think I should grab a couple more while I can...

Tuesday, February 21, 2023

"Best Day Ever?"

I woke up at 5:00 on Thursday morning and peeked at our backyard through the curtain slats. The overnight forecast had predicted several inches of blowing snow, and there was speculation at work about a school cancelation. I could see bare patches of grass poking through what little snow we had back there. In my disappointment I whispered, "Looks like we're having school today after all..." I crawled back under the covers in defeat and waited for my alarm to sound.

Fifteen minutes later Daphne's cell phone rang instead. A robotic voice on the other end stated, "Urbandale Schools will be closed for the day due to inclement weather." 

We later learned that the snow day was called for how much snow was coming our way. The snow fell for hours, and I shoveled three times. The snow total in our area was well over six inches. There were many reports of accidents on the icy interstate and stuck cars on the side roads.  I was glad we were home.

But not as glad as Charlotte was. 

Our bedroom door flew open around 7:00, and Char loudly asked, "Do we have a late start today?"

I answered, "Nope... they canceled school for the whole day!" 

Char responded with a "YESSS!" and began dancing in place with her arms in the air. She was beaming. Char then hugged our dog Ellie and ran downstairs to turn on the TV. For the rest of my life I will associate the words "snow day" with the mental image of Charlotte's joyous celebration. 

I can explain Char's snow day without going into too much detail. She spent the day on the couch in her PJs. The television was on all day, and she played on either her phone, her Switch, or her tablet. She ate SpaghettiOs at lunch and had snacks before and after. I offered her a string cheese at 2 p.m., and she said, "I was just about to ask for that! Ha! Best day ever!"

She then surprised us by agreeing to go sledding in the backyard after dinner. While Char was putting on her snow pants, I quietly said to Daphne, "I'm going to try to take some pictures and videos. I have a feeling this is the last season she will agree to do this with us." 

My camera skills, like my writing skills, are a bit rusty, but I was somewhat successful. 




It's fun when Char yells, "No! Wrong way!" in this video clip, but I like Daphne's unconcerned laughter at the end even better.


Later I showed Daphne the pics on my phone. She smiled and replied, "I'm glad you got those because I think you're right. Char won't want to do stuff like this with us much longer." 

I suppose I could spend time thinking about what and who children leave behind as they grow up, but why dwell on that? I'm better off appreciating the present.

I like to tell people, "I don't care if we have to make up the time in June. I never regret a snow day." And I'm not about to feel regret now.

Best day ever? 

You bet.

Friday, September 9, 2022

Back in the Saddle

 *The blogger pokes his head into the pocket and looks around. Hmmm. Looks like no one else is here. "Helllooo?" he mutters quietly and then pauses to listen. There is only silence and dust floating in the air. It feels safe, so he hesitantly begins to type for the first time in many months...*

I know I said I was done blogging about my daughter. But I had the idea that I could try to blog without putting the spotlight on Charlotte. 

Why not? When it comes to hobbies, the only rules you have to follow are your own. If you want to bend those rules, who's going call you on it? Yourself? Probably not. You're the one who grabbed the rule book and twisted it in the first place. 

So, here we go...

Our Summer Trip

This might be my favorite picture from the trip we took last June. I took the picture in our Portland, Oregon hotel room after we ran inside to escape the rain.


The reason I like this picture of beef shawarma so much is because it looks so bad. It just makes me laugh. I snapped this picture, reviewed it on my phone, and then showed my phone's screen to Daphne. She made a face, and I giggled, "That's just not very appetizing is it?"

"No, it's not," Daphne agreed with a smile.

"It just kinda looks like a picture of a food log. And I don't think 'food log' is actually a thing."

"Please put your phone down, and let's eat. I'm starving." 

I nodded in agreement, and we dug in by passing the shawarma back and forth to one another. Other than its picture, the beef shawarma was quite good. 

We got this afternoon snack from Abu Omar's Gyros & Shawarma food cart. 


In Portland, food carts are like food trucks that don't move. These carts gather in groups called pods, and you can find various food cart pods located all over the city. 

The Hawthorne Asylum food cart pod was a surprise. We were trying to get to Pine Street Biscuits, but our bus didn't arrive. We tried to walk there, but it became obvious we would be too late. We happened upon the Asylum while on our way to another bus stop. 

The early June weather was cool and rainy. So, it was neat that this food cart pod had fire pits to sit by while you enjoyed your lunch. Locals kept telling us, "This is the wettest spring we've had in 80 years." 

And yeah, it rained everyday, but the rain was more of a mist than a heavy shower. Still, the weather kept us from spending a day at Cannon Beach. We took a waterfall tour instead. Might as well. We were wet already.

Our tour guide was entertaining and informative. He drove us in a van to six different waterfalls and gave us about 30 minutes at each stop to enjoy the sights.

Do you see that bridge? You can walk across it.


It's just a .2 mile scenic walk to get there.


Here's a video of the waterfall from the view on the bridge.


Char did a nice job using the rule of thirds when taking this pic.


Our tour guide took us "off path" to get as close as we could to the last waterfall. This is not the best picture, but the people standing on the left provide scale to how big the waterfall is.



Waterfalls might not be unique to Portland, but this video store is. Movie Madness is a nonprofit video rental store that is known for its vast collection of films and film props. Here's a video clip that explains it better than I can -----> link


I had read that they were going to have a free screening of The Pagemaster on the Sunday, so I called ahead and reserved us three seats in their Miniplex. 


We arrived late because our new bus driver had accidentally driven "off route," but they let us in anyway. The Miniplex was really nice, and it was fun seeing one of Char's "childhood favorites" on a big screen. When we reminisce about that day, Charlotte mostly talks about the M&Ms Daphne bought her...

I got a kick out seeing the prop knife that was used in "Scream."



We did make it to Pine Street Biscuits, and we agreed it was worth the trek. I ordered "The Reggie" sandwich which consists of fried chicken, bacon, cheese, and gravy. This was as close to a sandwich served at Seattle's Serious Biscuit that we could hope for.


Another popular food stop for us was "Pip's Original Doughnuts and Chai." Yes, we knew that everyone is supposed to try Voodoo Doughnuts when they are in Portland, but lines there were long, and we had been to a Voodoo Doughnuts twice when we were in Florida.

Pip's small doughnuts are made fresh when you order, and their size make you feel a little better about yourself when you inhale three in about a minute.


Yes, you do.


As you might guess, it didn't stop raining until the afternoon of the day we were leaving. We did have a great lunch at PDX Sliders, though. 

Look, blue skies!


Charlotte agreed this was a great place to eat, "These sliders are sooo good!"


Daphne found a park nearby after lunch, and the highlight was the huge trees that Char enjoyed climbing. Then a couple of hours later we were in an airport waiting for a plane to arrive on time... which it did.

We did a lot of other things in Portland, but I'm leaving the pictures and videos of those events on my phone. Char is front and center in those. These events included a three-hour bike tour of the city, dinner in a haunted pizzeria, shopping at Powell's Books, touring a rose garden, hiking on a path in the woods, eating at a farmers' market, buying a designer dress, and riding the Aerial Tram. 


It was a weird trip, though. Things didn't really go as planned, but it all worked out in the end. 

For example, we thad planned to take a train from the airport to our hotel, but we had to get off mid-way because the train bridge was temporarily closed. We were directed onto a bus that was taking us to God knew where, and Daphne's phone wouldn't open Google Maps. But a nice teenager reassured us that we would be close to our hotel when we got off, and she was right. We only had to run three blocks in a downpour before we found our hotel. We were soaked, but we laughed as we ran through the hotel's entrance.

All-in-all, I'd say the Portland trip was like my shawarma picture. It wasn't what we expected, but it all made me laugh, and we still had a good time. 

Monday, May 23, 2022

Wait! They Have That?

 I don't pay much attention to the ads that come in the mail. They usually go straight from our mailbox to the recycling bin. For some reason, this ad for Boss' Chicken & Pizza caught my eye.


The ad boasts "State Fair Quality Beer Battered Cheese Curds," and I said to Daphne, "That's a pretty bold statement." She agreed.


I checked their website, and it turns out that the Boss' Chicken & Pizza chain is orginally from Sioux Falls, SD. Maybe that's why the ad seemed familiar? I've probably seen a Boss's Chicken & Pizza when we were visiting. I was curious about their appetizers, and while I was reading the menu something stopped me in my tracks. It's right there under boneless wings.


Whaaa? They have chislic? In Des Moines?


No way! I love chislic, but I thought that I could only get it when I'm in South Dakota. The last time I had an order of chislic was in 2019 when we were on our trip to the Black Hills. 

For the uninitiated, traditional chislic is cubed red meat (usually steak or lamb) that is fried and seasoned with either salt or garlic salt. It's simple, but it's simply good, too. 

Chislic is popular enough in South Dakota to be declared the official state "nosh." The Sioux Fall restaurant Urban Chislic is dedicated to the dish, and the town of Freeman will be hosting the Chislic Festival on July 30. 

So, yeah, it's popular with those in the know. But getting chislic in Iowa didn't seem posssible. I even called Boss' Chicken & Pizza to confirm that chislic had crossed the state line. I was assured that it was on their menu. Daphne and I stopped by on Sunday, and I was not disappointed.


Taa Daaaa! Iowan Chislic! And it tasted just like I remembered - awesome.
 

The chicken at Boss' is broasted, and Daphne and I split a four piece dinner with potato wedges and coleslaw. The chicken was stellar. I grew up eating broasted chcken, and I'll take it over fried or baked chicken every time.


What a great lunch.

I don't know if the Boss serves cheese curds that live up to State Fair standards. With chislic on the menu, I might never find out.

(Yes, I know I said I was done blogging, but Char's nowhere in this post, and anyway, I got excited... Good food does that to me.) 

Monday, April 18, 2022

Hmmm...

When I close the blog to invitees only, I can't see any of the videos that I have posted. That's not what I'm after. I want to see the videos, too. I'll have to leave this open for a bit and see what's happening here.

So, here's a bonus post:

Blink and You'll Miss It - Part 12

  Easter 2011 (nine months old)


Easter 2012


Easter 2013


Easter 2014 (Just a little grumpy about going to church.)


Easter 2015 (Pretty happy about going to church.)


Easter 2016


Easter 2017 (It's irresponsible to take a child with a fever to church, but she can still hunt Easter eggs at home.)


Easter 2018 (Hmmmm. That dress looks familiar.)


Easter 2019


Easter 2020 (You don't have to dress up for online church.)


Easter 2021 (Officially too old for the children's sermon.) 


Easter 2022 (New glasses and experimenting with hair color.)


Insert the "time flies" cliché here.

Actually, it isn't a cliché; it's a law.