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This week Alex learns some hard lessons about dehumidification, Brad returns from California Extreme, and Vinny joins in to go in-depth about various ways of resurrecting old CRTs.

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(00:00:00) Start of show(00:00:47) More tales from Alex's basement(00:10:35) Look, water pressure is weird(00:13:30) Finding that humidity sweet spot(00:18:35) Those poor camels(00:24:40) At some point we may all need our own electricity generation(00:28:06) A few tales from California Extreme(00:33:33) The CRT repair guy(00:37:21) Doing projects so you can do other projects with those projects(00:41:40) Build your own CRT (kind of)(00:51:43) Will they ever manufacture new tubes? (Proooobably not)(01:02:44) The whereabouts of the plasma TV...(01:03:32) Non-video games... you know, the mechanical kind(01:09:33) This week (and the Billy Bowl mea culpa)

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Weekly Ramblecast 270: He's Got a Great Roof!

This week Alex learns some hard lessons about dehumidification, Brad returns from California Extreme, and Vinny joins in to go in-depth about various ways of resurrecting old CRTs. (00:00:00) Start of show (00:00:47) More tales from Alex's basement (00:10:35) Look, water pressure is weird (00:13:30) Finding that humidity sweet spot (00:18:35) Those poor camels (00:24:40) At some point we may all need our own electricity generation (00:28:06) A few tales from California Extreme (00:33:33) The CRT repair guy (00:37:21) Doing projects so you can do other projects with those projects (00:41:40) Build your own CRT (kind of) (00:51:43) Will they ever manufacture new tubes? (Proooobably not) (01:02:44) The whereabouts of the plasma TV... (01:03:32) Non-video games... you know, the mechanical kind (01:09:33) This week (and the Billy Bowl mea culpa) Nextlander is supported by its community: http://www.patreon.com/nextlander Thanks for watching.

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Zachary Williamson

Oh my god I didn’t know California Extreme was at the Hyatt in Santa Clara. It’s 2 miles from my apartment and I had no idea. 🤦‍♂️

Daniel F (fds)

Is there anybody else in the world with still remaining trauma and searing hatred for CRTs? I'm starting to feel so alone always hearing all this nostalgia and love for those horrible, monstrous things. I'm just as old as the duders, and had to live through it all myself, although I always was a PC person, having to sit up close to computer monitors. A CRT running at 60Hz would make my eyes hurt bad in under 30 minutes of using it. I could just glance at a CRT and immediately tell if it was at 60Hz or in the seventies, with the latter already distinguishable but still painful in short order. Even then I often felt like an alien when I walked into some computer lab or office, and see people seemingly obliviously sitting in front of rows of horribly flickering displays, all set to 60Hz. Usually, most supported setting a higher refresh rate, they just didn't bother. I needed at least 85Hz but mostly aimed for 100Hz. Always having to get the expensive Sony Trinitrons, along with specifically Matrox video cards and none other, to have readable and sharp text rather than a fuzzy mess. Which quickly became a liability when Matrox couldn't keep up with 3D acceleration — they barely managed to enter it at all, with the G400 — and 3Dfx Voodoo add-on cards no longer cut it. I remember when I finally had to give Matrox up, and switch to a GeForce 2 GTS, still hooked up to a CRT. I certainly enjoyed the gaming part, but desktop use turned painfully fuzzy. My final Sony Trinitron monitor was, I believe 21" with a max resolution of 1600×1200. The one definite vivid memory is that it was so heavy, in a week it crushed the wheels on my computer desk. When LCD computer monitors finally became a thing, it was such an immediate revolution, instant relief for me. No more eye pain even with the shittiest of them, even at 60Hz. Sharp text even with any brand of video card. No more stupid degaussing, trying to set the pincushion dial just right. Good riddance to CRTs! Trying to bring them back feels akin to me as if pining for lead, asbestos, or smoking on airplanes. May they disappear forever, never to hurt anyone's eyes again.