Both TV and controller survived.
My brother was always scared the TV would accidentally crack and implode while he was watching TV. I kept telling him that it would take a direct strike from a baseball bat or dropping it off the roof of the house to do that. Tube TVs were STRONG.
TV screens today flutter when you touch them.
Those screens are really just thin glass sandwiches.
And they’re sharp too. When replacing a TV backlight I didn’t think about using gloves when lifting the panel. Welp, it can cut the skin a bit. If it slipped as I held it, that would have been fun for sure…
Anyway, the correct course of action is probably suction cups. Especially with larger panels. And a second person too. This was just a 32 inch panel.
I’ve seen too many videos of people launching Wiimotes because they weren’t wearing the strap. The Wii was around right as CRT was on its way out so I wonder how many LCD and plasma panels died this way.
I used my ps5 DualShock without washing my hands and it broke
I thought those were quite robust, i heard of one being submerged to a depth of 3840 meters and surviving
I’ve had two DualSense controllers for almost 2 years now, and they get heavy use.
Absolutely no problems. Thought one was starting to get drift, but I opened it up and it just had a hair stuck under the stick of the left joystick.
I had a Nintendo Switch for less than a year and every joycon I got (the original 2 that came with it + two additional pairs) all got massive drift issues within a month or two. It was the main reason I only had the thing for a year.
I really hope this is a joke. If not, wtf?
It was an age without outlets for information. If you wanted to have a chance at figuring out that secret sauce to get to the next level or beat that boss, there was magazine or back issue roulette. There was admitting you suck to your cooler richer friends to beg them to tell you how to beat it. There was the tiny chance that the official guide you had to special order might mention the thing. Then there was the dialup internet where loading to the nipples of a single image took longer than most boys, and by the time the whole image loaded 1 in 3 was holding a self serviced d-pad controller of their very own. Times were different, and so were the frustrations. If you wanted to learn, you went to the library on the other side of town. People read newspapers for information and it had classified-craigslist that was like paying Twitter by the word to try and sell your broken junk. Those of us that didn’t rage, blew on our cartridges like we were making a magical wish to a genie.
Wow, this is quite incredible. I point out someone’s lack of emotional control/stability, and you seem to think that implies that I am the one who is a child. I lived through the magical before times, friend, and I still didn’t conduct myself like this.
Do you always argue for your own perspective? I subtly indicated that this was not how I act, and I did not try to justify such behaviors. I simply stated a softening perspective of how people are a product of their environment and the perspective benefits of the present information age. It is adding real world abstracted complexity to something phrased in idealized binary simplicity that might make someone with a troubled childhood self-conscious or uncomfortable and instead bending perspective to nostalgia. It is a kindness with empathy for people I know that have changed and turned their life around, and for those with potential because binary labels and oversimplification can be harmful.
This is remarkably accurate, although to be fair, newspapers actually reported news back then, rather than journalistically fellating a group of shadowy billionaires. Different times.
I suppose I just don’t associate with people who have such low emotional control and stability. I don’t play with those who scream or are toxic in chat, and I certainly wouldn’t have associated with anyone like this back in the split-screen days. That behavior is quite absurd and indicates a larger overall problem.
You’re not wrong, but you’re falling for a frequent foible of my own - not to put too fine a point on it, but you’re coming across a bit superior.
I used to get mad and chuck the controller at the NES. Imagine my surprise one day when I broke the cartridge door off. Fucking Battletoads.
I had this off brad PS2 controller with a small neon strip in it. I cracked the plastic around the handle in rage one day and it shocked my hands if they got sweaty after that. Still was my favorite controller even if it occasionally fought back.
