Even in death, there can be a tiny spark of new life. An offering from the dearly departed, one final act of generosity to say "hey, I'm gone to a better place, but dig around in my slot with a screwdriver, or a very strong cotton bud 'cos there's sunshine and laughter within".

Oh brave, brave Sony, you cannot help that you were conceived by incompetent low wage third world workers, with no care for quality nor workmanship. The marketing department sold an image of quality, but alas, your guts were naught but rubber bands and sticky tape.

A cruel life, your weak body was not meant for years of labour. Rest in peace, with the long forgotten foot spa and the shameful waffle maker.
( Ken Oath, Thu 18 Apr 2013, 12:39, 1 reply)

I've harvested the lasers, an lcd display, some big capacitors and loads of little screws.
It's what she would have wanted.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Thu 18 Apr 2013, 12:49, closed)