Never a PS guy beyond the first one. Chose the Dark Side and went MS. I have a One first gen I never play, but I'm still contemplating buying one of the newer ones(series X?) just so I can play the new NCAA/College football.haha i never graduated beyond PS2. idk, i guess eventually guitar and stuff became more interesting.
long live crash bandicoot, GTA san andreas, and midnight club 3: dub edition remix
What's your current headache?
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Nostradoomus
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give it awhile and there'll be an emulator for those consoles too, if you have a computer that can run them properly 
Pauleo1214
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So this thread has turned into
Poster #1: I'm this old!
Poster #2: You have it easy! I'm this old!
Poster #3: Remember when there was only one flavor of Necco Wafers?
Poster #4: When I had to shuffle down to Buffalo, I had to shuffle uphill, both ways, in the snow!
Poster #1: I'm this old!
Poster #2: You have it easy! I'm this old!
Poster #3: Remember when there was only one flavor of Necco Wafers?
Poster #4: When I had to shuffle down to Buffalo, I had to shuffle uphill, both ways, in the snow!
Mentaltossflycoon
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Necco doesn't contain any actual flavor. What you taste is the sadness.
Pauleo1214
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I tell ya! You kids with your Butt Breaks and Nut Kisses! You don't know how good you have it!
Mentaltossflycoon
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Story time!
I once received a week of "in school suspension" in 8th grade for feeding chocolate laxatives to another 8th grader. He was an asshole who deserved much worse but I definitely deserved my punishment. It was late enough in the year that they kicked me off the class trip to Washington DC. I was refunded my money and ended up buying my first bass, a mim fender jazz. No regrets.
I play bass because I got ratted out in my attempt to make a kid shit himself.
giovanni
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Best origin story ever.
Guardians of the analog
Papi Fuego
I had about an hour home alone yesterday and played at edge of breakup with various drive pedals with the 335 and it was really inspiring tonally. Especially the semi hollow body feedback with higher gain and stacking pedals. It made going back later and playing through the reactive load/IRs feel really lackluster and depressing. There really is nothing like the interaction of a speaker moving air in a room and the guitar feeding back
Pauleo1214
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giovanni
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Word.I had about an hour home alone yesterday and played at edge of breakup with various drive pedals with the 335 and it was really inspiring tonally. Especially the semi hollow body feedback with higher gain and stacking pedals. It made going back later and playing through the reactive load/IRs feel really lackluster and depressing. There really is nothing like the interaction of a speaker moving air in a room and the guitar feeding back
There really is nothing like the interaction of a speaker moving air in a room and the guitar feeding back
As good as the digital/IR stuff may be, it’s still adding some milliseconds of delay. I get that sound travels at about 1ft/ms, so standing far from an amp can theoretically be a longer delay. But it’s enough to make it feel disconnected.
Plugging into an amp is like an unbroken connection between the kinetic energy from my fingers to the strings to the amp to the speaker back to my ears… Pretty rad man
RhPf Electronics
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My current headache is learning SMT footprints 
Last december I got diagnosed with a rare disease called acromegaly, it is a rare disease caused by a benign brain tumor that produces an excess of growth hormones. As a result, I've had some severe changes in my body, to name the ones only that affected my capacity to solder and handle through hole components, my hands and wrists bones grew and I lost mobility and sensations.
The tumor also pressed a bit too long on the optic nerves and I lost peripheral vision (in the center, ironically) which makes it difficult to read and see shapes, colors wherever I try to focus.
Anyway, I have decided to switch exclusively to subcontract SMT building - trusting they do a good job at it, wont be able to verify - and spend more time on what I still can do (right hand rythm guitar
), circuit analysis and measuring.
I ordered a bunch of new diodes to measure and add to the plot for, I hope, the enjoyment of the community. the plot is here:
Diodes Avg Plotly
Please don't hesitate if there are any diodes you would like me to add to the plot!
On a serious note, although this specific condition is rare (1 out of 70,000, I believe), I recently learned that 1 out of 20 people is affected by a rare disease at some point in their life. If something feels off, don’t just accept it as the "new you." Keep pushing to find out what’s wrong and don’t give up.
Last december I got diagnosed with a rare disease called acromegaly, it is a rare disease caused by a benign brain tumor that produces an excess of growth hormones. As a result, I've had some severe changes in my body, to name the ones only that affected my capacity to solder and handle through hole components, my hands and wrists bones grew and I lost mobility and sensations.
The tumor also pressed a bit too long on the optic nerves and I lost peripheral vision (in the center, ironically) which makes it difficult to read and see shapes, colors wherever I try to focus.
Anyway, I have decided to switch exclusively to subcontract SMT building - trusting they do a good job at it, wont be able to verify - and spend more time on what I still can do (right hand rythm guitar
), circuit analysis and measuring.I ordered a bunch of new diodes to measure and add to the plot for, I hope, the enjoyment of the community. the plot is here:
Diodes Avg Plotly
Please don't hesitate if there are any diodes you would like me to add to the plot!
On a serious note, although this specific condition is rare (1 out of 70,000, I believe), I recently learned that 1 out of 20 people is affected by a rare disease at some point in their life. If something feels off, don’t just accept it as the "new you." Keep pushing to find out what’s wrong and don’t give up.
Stickman393
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Headache, heartache:
Stickwife's family stickcat from before we got together is on his way out. Lymphoma. Just got the news.
He's still alert, friendly, spry: he's just been losing a bit of weight recently. Both she and I are haunted by previous decisions to euthanize our terminal little furry friends...and the uncertainty of knowing if it was the "right thing" to do at the time those decisions were made.
Thing is they can't quite tell us how they're feeling. How much suffering is too much, when they're ready.
The end result is the same, obviously. But these are our furry little friends that bestow us with love and affection and only ask for food, water, and shelter in return. When do you make the decision that their quality of life has deteriorated to the point where death is a kindness? Do you do it before that point so they don't have to experience that pain? Or is that too aggressive, disregarding the potential that your little friend might prefer to stick around for as long as they can?
I'm reminded of a cat that I was nursing through kidney failure. I gave him fluids every day, spent a lot of time with him, and he was still alert and loving. My mother one day decided that he was too lethargic and that it was time to go, and I was too emotionally exhausted to push back.
I remember how wide his eyes got when they put the syringe in. I'm reminded of that image: the seeming surprise that spoke just enough to a sense of "no, not yet" that I can't shake the feeling that I made an enormous mistake.
It was over quick. But the uncertainty has haunted me. Stickwife has a similar story. The end result is the same...some might say that keeping them around is selfish because we keep them in a state of suffering for the benefit of their company. I can't help but wonder if prematurely euthanizing is selfish because it accelerates the timeline to the point where it's over, done, and we can simply move into the grieving process instead of having to watch them die.
Ugh. My stick head-heart.
Stickwife's family stickcat from before we got together is on his way out. Lymphoma. Just got the news.
He's still alert, friendly, spry: he's just been losing a bit of weight recently. Both she and I are haunted by previous decisions to euthanize our terminal little furry friends...and the uncertainty of knowing if it was the "right thing" to do at the time those decisions were made.
Thing is they can't quite tell us how they're feeling. How much suffering is too much, when they're ready.
The end result is the same, obviously. But these are our furry little friends that bestow us with love and affection and only ask for food, water, and shelter in return. When do you make the decision that their quality of life has deteriorated to the point where death is a kindness? Do you do it before that point so they don't have to experience that pain? Or is that too aggressive, disregarding the potential that your little friend might prefer to stick around for as long as they can?
I'm reminded of a cat that I was nursing through kidney failure. I gave him fluids every day, spent a lot of time with him, and he was still alert and loving. My mother one day decided that he was too lethargic and that it was time to go, and I was too emotionally exhausted to push back.
I remember how wide his eyes got when they put the syringe in. I'm reminded of that image: the seeming surprise that spoke just enough to a sense of "no, not yet" that I can't shake the feeling that I made an enormous mistake.
It was over quick. But the uncertainty has haunted me. Stickwife has a similar story. The end result is the same...some might say that keeping them around is selfish because we keep them in a state of suffering for the benefit of their company. I can't help but wonder if prematurely euthanizing is selfish because it accelerates the timeline to the point where it's over, done, and we can simply move into the grieving process instead of having to watch them die.
Ugh. My stick head-heart.