Gotta Vent!
Ok, so I built a cab for my little (he's 8 ) brother...a Christmas thing. He loved it and all was well...until today. I got a call this morning from my mother asking if I could come look at "the arcade". She said it was displaying some wierd message about a missing file. I figured he was just flipping the power off and corrupted a startup file...I was mistaken. I drove out to my parents (50 minute drive) sure it would be a quick fix...again mistaken.
I entered the house and immediately noticed the cab was gone. I asked where it was and was told that my father had taken it downstairs to my brothers room...by himself! This is nearly a three hundred pound cabinet and my father's a 55 year old man who weighs 120lbs soaking wet. Apparently, he dropped it down step by step into the basement. I almost cried when I saw it...the bezel was cracked, the monitor had partially broken loose, the marquee had slid out of place, and the hard drive was fragged...and don't even get me started on the paint (it's a narrow stairway).
I just don't understand why he didn't ask for help? I guess I'll just have to roll my sleeves up and be gratefull it wasn't worse. Queue cheesey 70's theme song, "Gentelmen we can rebuild it. We can make it better than it was before..."