A few days ago I found a PS2 in the lobby of my building. People often leave things there for other tenants when they move out, so I grabbed it. I figured it probably didn’t work, but maybe…
So I spent a week collecting the parts I would need; the power cord, the connection thingy to the TV, and a paddle. Oh yes, and of course I borrowed a game. I plugged it in, popped in the game and voila – error message. I tried everything I could think of but it was no good.
That’s when I went on the internet and read instructions on how to take it apart and adjust the laser. It took about 3 hours to take it apart, adjust the laser a million times and try to load the game repeatedly. And that, dear friends, is how I wasted 3 hours of my life on a Sony product. It still doesn’t work. I didn’t even bother to put it back together. I just bundled it up and tossed it in a garbage bag.
Now, I’m not knocking Sony. In fact I’m very surprized I couldn’t fix it. Sony is in fact my favorite electronics manufacturer, and I am very good at fixing things for some reason – even though I have a tendency to call electronic parts ‘thingies’. Everything I’ve ever bought is Sony. I don’t know the history of the aforementioned machine but I did see evidence that it may have been dropped so that might explain the whole thing.
It was exciting to realize it contained a class 1 laser. Who knew? I certainly didn’t. Not that I’m a laser expert or anything but that impressed me. I was careful not to blind myself as was carefully advised in the instructions.
Anyways, I’m now off to watch ‘The Def Leppard Story’. It starts with a re-enactment of the car crash in which the drummer lost his arm. I always wondered about that so now I can see for myself in all my rubber-necking glory.
