10+ years ago, the guy I was helping re-do the roof and environs brought along a sleek (Not) but tiny GoldStar microwave. Arcing in the food compartment. (Either run once too often empty, or tinfoil or ...) Lady gave it to him --> moi.

OK, sez I - should be fun to play with..
Sand, prime pecker tracks. [Patience] wait dry thoroughly. 2 coats of close-enough paint, sanded, feathered. Wait. Cup water in: BINGO no sparkee. It has since reheated thousands of cups of tea with nary a twitch.

(And yes - my check-balancing calculator uses green fluorescent Nixies - ever so much sharper than #%&^%# butt-ugly LCDs.)

There's a downside to fix-mania though -- the mentioned closets-full? I mean I mean.. is it better that the Otrona go to the landfill Working?









Why yes.. yes it is. The slothful would never comprehend.
Just because a society is infantilized, survives only via the biz-intended massive waste of both materials and labor -- and is ungrateful for all design work ever done on their lame behalf..?
Nevertheless . . .

We Shall Leave No Stoned Tern Unresuscitated