The NES-PC Part 0: Background

Fifteen years ago, I built a custom computer. Here it is next to the Nintendo Entertainment System that my sister and I used to play with as children.

Yeah, I don’t know which one is which either. That was by design. I thought of this box as a bit of a ‘sleeper’. It didn’t look like much, but it was far more fully featured than it appeared. This idea was pretty fully formed in my head for a couple of months before I actually took the jump and started to order parts. I remember having to hand my dad cash to pay for some online purchases, because he had an eBay account and I desperately needed a part that could not be gotten in a physical store.  I was quite proud of this build when I was 19. It went off to college with me and acted as my movie watching computer and occasional “lend to a friend” gaming box for over a year.
To be honest though, it wasn’t a complete success. Let’s take a look at my shame:
If I was willing to give myself some credit, I could call this “hiding my crimes” and point out that from the front everything looked fine. Some of this mess was the result of limitations; my best tool was a dremel and I didn’t have the patience or nerve to deal with sanding and painting. Some of this was due to laziness and rushing forward without planning ahead. This… this thing had a lot more potential than I managed to fulfill.

Regrets aside, it did its job amicably and lasted about as long as you could expect tech like this too. The hardware was arguably under-powered, but it really was the best small form factor gear that I could get my hands on at the time. It played a ton of slightly-old-for-the-time games, pushed pirated movies to my old CRT TV, and even acted as a friend’s only PC when his blew up. It features in the background of a bunch of my old photos from my college days. I used it until the little VIA cpu just couldn’t keep up anymore, and held onto it way longer than it was actually useful. Stupidly, I put the thing in the trash.

I found the digital photos the other day and was hit was a pair of simultaneous emotions. On the one hand, I cringed at how badly I’d done that job in the past, how primitive the workmanship and the hardware, and how little documentation of it had. On the other, I desperately wanted that NES-PC back.

Ten minutes later, I put “broken nintendo entertainment system” into the eBay search window and  found a cornucopia of options. I’ve been working on the new one since and it’s time to start putting together a log of my work here. Let’s get this party startet.

  • Part 0: Hardware
  • Part 2: Initial fit
  • Part 3: Brackets and fittings
  • Part 4: Ventilation
  • Part 5: I/O
  • Part 6: Finish

Something I Didn’t Think I Would Care About

A few years ago, I remember hearing about something called a “mechanical keyboard” and having vague memories of the huge clunky IBM branded monsters that used to be the standard. It didn’t really seem like the kind of thing I’d be into, really. I’ve written a couple hundred thousand words 1 on the ‘newer’ rubber dome models in my life; what could really be so much better about mechanical switches?

Obviously, I still have a ways to go about knowing myself better, because in restrospect this is exactly my kind of thing. One of the big turn off’s for the whole enterprise was, honestly, the cost. Spending a minimum of $100 just to get into the ground floor seemed extravagant, and I was honestly quite happy with my sub $40 boards I’d been buying. Then I noticed that had a “Cherry MX Blue” keyboard for not a whole lot more. “Scott,” says I, “that’s pretty reasonable. Let’s find out what the fuss is about.”

“Scott,” says I, “that’s pretty reasonable. Let’s find out what the fuss is about.”

The fuss, it turns out, is a typing experience that far exceeds the one I’d been having for nigh on two decades now. You know those bubble style buttons that’s on every microwave? You know how frustrating and unsatisfying they are to push, where you’re not quite sure by feel if you’ve done it right? Compare that to how it feels to throwing a freshly installed deadbolt lock, one that’s been oiled up and is still sitting in the doorjam perfectly. That will give you some idea of the difference between rubber dome keyboards and mechanical keyswitches.IMG_7728

My Monoprice board (pictured in the background there) was really me getting my toes wet. I immediately loved it, but I also knew that it wasn’t the ultimate solution. The first thing I noticed were the particular switch type in question: Cherry MX Blues. They felt very good, but these are colloquially known as the ‘clicky’ or ‘noisy’ switches. That descriptor is an understatement. If my office door was open and I was typing with enough force to bottom them out, the noice could be heard anywhere in my house. The sound of typing was loud enough that I felt bad using my computer when my wife was asleep2. So I knew I needed quieter keys.

As well, the form factor of the board, something I’d taken for granted for pretty much all the time I’ve used keyboards, started to get to me. I discovered that many people swear by the newer small boards. The advantage being not only a regained amount of desk space, but also a better ergonomic setup. A smaller keyboard means your mouse sits closer to the centerline of your body and reduces wrist and arm strain while using it.

When featured a group by for a seemingly tiny keyboard with the new switch type I wanted to try, I had to get it on it. Since I’d just lost my job, the prospect of blowing nearly a hundred dollars on a peripheral seemed a bit ludicrous, but I excused myself by using some credit card reward points to pay for it. Thus, I became the proud owner of a KBP V60 Mini.

Worth every penny.

First off, the switches are the Cherry MX Brown switches that I ordered are a damn sight better than the blues. I was expecting them to feel very similar, and they do, with nearly the same activation force and a tactile ‘bump’ when they trigger. However, they’re also much more reasonably quiet. The feel is fantastic. The metal plate that the switches are mounted to feel exceedingly sturdy, and the caps have a nice weight and feel. Typing on this thing is a joy.

The small layout is something that takes getting used to. All of your function keys, navigation keys, and a few other things are on a function layer. For the most part this is pretty reasonable. Hitting FN+5 for F5 is absolutely fine. The sticking points come on the arrow keys and Delete. Arrow navigation is moved to FN+WASD, FN+PL;’, or through FN+Return which swaps your RSHIFT, WIN, MENU, and RCRTL buttons for a makeshift arrow cluster. None of these solutions really replace physical arrow keys properly. Similarly, Delete is FN+F or FN+Backspace, which is just a smidge inconvenient for how often Delete is used. Neither of these are sticking points, I love this keyboard nonetheless, but it’s something to remember when going for the next one.

The V60 Mini more than makes up for it with its party piece though:


I don’t think I can accurately describe how nice it is to have a real keyboard, a really good one at that, working with my tablet. With my Nexus 9, the V60 Mini, a decent stand, and a couple of cables, I have  mobile writing station that is just fantastic. It’s been a little quest to find a Word Processor and a decent TXT editor, but once those were sorted, I can both write and do some coding on the run3. If you’re a human with a need to input characters into the digital world, this is a great way to do it.

Now I’m severely tempted to trying buying a kit and soldering my next keyboard together myself.

I’m dog sitting a my best friend’s dog.


This is Imoen1. She’s a breed called a Swedish Vallhund, which is a very old herdidn breed from Scandinavia. Although for a supposed herder, Imoen is a pretty low energy dog. She also happens to be a freaking adorable miniature wolf looking thing.


She was good enough to pose for me a little2 and I got some decent photos of her. If you can’t tell the scale, she’s about as big as a corgi. My buddy had wanted one of these dogs for a while, so I did a Petfinder search,  and it just so happened that at the time one was up for adoption in his city. So Imoen found her forever home and my friend got himself a terribly sweet little dog.

My wife’s basset/yellow mutt mix and Imoen get along pretty well. When I pulled the treats out, he, of course, came running. I’ve already got a million photos of this dog but he’s pretty cute so I couldn’t resist.

This peppy face belongs to the mastiff my wife rescued about a year ago.  Don’t let the expression fool you, she’s actually full of anxiety and is scared of just about everything. She doesn’t much like that there’s an unfamiliar dog in the house, so there’s been som drama. It seems like they’ve managed some sort of détente by now though.





So the musical “Into the Woods” is pretty much entirely about sex, right?

So for the purposes of this post, I’m going to be referring to the stage version of Stephen Sondheim and James Lapine’s musical-to-end-all-musicals. Having now seen the movie, I was actually surprised that I liked it, but my heart was eternally won by the original Broadway recordings and the various stage productions I’ve seen over the years.

Here’s the thesis: all of the main themes of Into the Woods are about sex and it’s trappings, the desire for it, pursuit of it, changes and consequences that come along with it. This seemed so readily obvious to me that I never even thought to talk about it, but I haven’t seen anybody else say it either. So I just want to make sure we’re all on the same page here: Into the Woods is just all about getting your freak on, right?

Considering where this splendid play is drawing its source material from, this is almost inevitable. The fairy tales of central Europe 1 are stacked to the rafters with sexual imagery and commentary about people’s sex lives. My favorite example is a bit absurd, but worth sharing. In one of the older versions of the tale that has become “Little Red Riding Hood” called “The Grandmother“, we get this lovely little passage about a third of the way in (emphasis mine):

“Good day, grandmother. I have brought you a hot loaf and a bottle of milk.”
“Put it in the pantry, my child. Take some of the meat that is there, and the bottle of wine that is on the shelf.”
While she was eating, a little cat that was there said, “For shame! The slut is eating her grandmother’s flesh and drinking her grandmother’s blood.”

Yeah, that’s all that cat shows up to say; she just has to make it clear what the girl’s actions are supposed to be reflecting about her character. This shit shows up all over the place in old stories2. Sometimes it’s straight up raping a sleeping girl until she’s pregnant in some of the versions of Sleeping Beauty. Sometimes it’s just the incesty overtones from a dude trying to marry his daughter in Allerleirauh.

So Sondheim and Lapine are starting from source material that’s got a lot to say about sex, but you know, they dive in whole hog themselves. Sometimes, it must be said, they’d don’t have far too go. Little Red Riding Hood has already got a bunch of overtones of sexual predation in it, and the commentary from the Wolf during “Hello Little Girl” seems pretty blatant to me (as always, emphasis mine):

Think of those crisp, aging bones
Then something fresh on the palate
Think of that scrumptious carnality
Twice in one day…

So I know that ‘carnal’ can be sort of broadly applied to an base desire, but written by a modern hand for modern ears, it’s certainly intended to read as sexual.  As an aside, some productions play this side up more than others. I’d especially like to call attention to the costume design used in the PBS America’s Playhouse version3. Look at that wolf, with his leather jacket, rippling muscles and, what the fuck, are those genitals? This play probably birthed a thousand nascent furries.

And if you’re thinking that this is just about the predation of an innocent, I’d like to direct you to Red’s refrain after the Baker saves her:

I had been so careful,
I never had cared.
And he made me feel excited-
Well, excited and scared.
When he said, “Come in!”
With that sickening grin,
How could I know what was in store?
Once his teeth were bared,
Though, I really got scared-
Well, excited and scared-

I love that Red get’s excited by the Wolf’s bared teeth. She’s been taken in but it’s because she’s given in to a temptation, which was the Wolf’s whole bag. Red’s come through this relatively all right, and learned a lot about the kind of company she keeps. “…though scary is exciting, /Nice is different than good.”

But LRRH is low hanging fruit, it was already about sex. So let’s look at Jack and his beanstalk. Jack’s encounters with the giants happen off screen, but we get his account of it after the fact. Let’s skip over the fact that he say’s “giant breast” merely to keep this high brow, and look at the lines just after:

And you know things now
that you never knew before,
Not till the sky.

Only just when you’ve made
A friend and all,
And you know she’s big
But you don’t feel small,
Someone bigger than her
Comes along the hall
To swallow you for lunch.

Just like Red’s song, Jack talks a lot about new knowledge that comes from his experience. His journey is one of discovery, which he plays out with a member of the opposite sex, and he seems to think of the giantess as a person rather than a monster. I also like how the giant’s reaction can be read as finding them in flagrante delicto.

At the end of the song, Jack sums it up nicely:

And you think of all of the things you’ve seen,
And you wish that you could live in between,
And you’re back again,
Only different than before,
After the sky.

Surely you can look at this as him standing on the cusp between adulthood and childhood and wishing he could have the best of both, but his mentioning of feeling different than before makes it clear that he’s crossed a threshold, something important is different. That something, that difference, may well be his virginity.

So, let’s move on to Cinderella. This one isn’t hard either. Cinderella wants desperately to go to a ball, to get out  from under her restrictive and hateful step-mother’s thumb, and she sort of stumbles into being the object of affection for the charming Prince4. After the third night, we get her lovely song “On the Steps of the Palace” describing her moment of reflection when she’s trapped by the prince’s ploy.

This song is entirely a pondering of a question: should she let this relationship continue, to advance to a more serious level, or run away from it? She’s amenable to letting him “catch” her but is more worried of his response when he finds out who she really is, which she’ll admit that she doesn’t even know.

Why not stay and be caught?
You think, well, it’s a thought,
What would be his response?
But then what if he knew
Who you were when you know
That you’re not what he thinks
That he wants?

And then what if you are?
What a Prince would envision?
Although how can you know
Who you are till you know
What you want, which you don’t?

Whereas Jack and Red seem to be caught between childhood and adulthood, Cinderella is caught between the world of the slut and the prude. She wants to leave her cloistered life, to have experiences, and wants the prince but isn’t sure she is, or can be, the thing5 that she thinks the prince wants. Interestingly, her choice is the “no choice” option, where she manages to maintain the princes’ pursuit, and thus the pleasure of being desired, without actually getting caught yet.

This is the point where we ought to talk about Rapunzel, but she’s so tied up with the Witch that I’m going to roll her into that section.

So we come to the Baker and his wife. Although their stories seem to be inextricably tied at first, they’re really dealing with two different things. The Baker, who wants a child, spends act one trying to cure his impotence. Remember, it’s his tainted bloodline that’s keeping his wife from getting pregnant. Their childlessness is “his problem” that he feels he must solve. It’s during this act as well that we see him dealing with trying to solve his figurative impotence. He starts out very firm on the stance that he must solve this problem on his own and reacts to every attempt by his wife to help as if its an insult, because he feels like she’s emasculating him.

He comes around on this issue by the time they sing “It Takes Two”, which is notable that the pair’s rather chaste relationship suddenly starts to heat up. The Baker’s wife suddenly actually starts to express interest in him, and he in her. The events of the woods rekindle what seems to have been a rather dead bedroom for the two of them, and perhaps its this that leads to the resolution of their baby-making problem.

And then we have the Baker’s wife’s own tale. Even in act one, her eye is wondering, pestering Cinderella for tales of excitement and splendor from the ball. She’s especially interested in the prince and his charms, more so even than his future wife. Then in Act 2, when everything’s gone all to hell, she get’s her moment in the woods, with the prince.

They meet, they kiss, fade out to another scene, and then back, he bounces off and she’s left alone. This is when we get “Moments in the Woods” as the Baker’s wife contemplates her brief affair. The laments how boring her life is with the Baker and child, how she loves them but wants more:

Must it all be either less or more,
Either plain or grand?
Is it always “or”?
Is it never “and”?

But she knows it’s not sustainable. She can’t live in the woods, can’t have a life of moments. She resolves not to put it all behind her though and not forget it. The implication is that the verve she felt from the affair is part of what makes life back with her dull Baker worthwhile.

Just remembering you’ve had and “and”,
When you’re back to “or”,
Makes the “or” mean more
Than it did before.

And then she get’s squished by a giant lady.

Finally, we have the Witch. Oh lord, the Witch. Allow me a quick aside to mention how much I love Bernadette Peters. I’d listen to that woman read the phonebook and be entertained.  She is both slots one and two on my Guilt-Free-Three.

But, about the character, yeah. OK, focus Scott. Yeah, the Witch.

The Witch has issues, issues that cause a ton of trouble for herself and others. As a mother, the Witch prefers to lock her daughter away from the world, not as punishment, but to protect her. We get some insight into how she views the world in the song “Stay With Me”:

Don’t you know what’s out there in the world?
Someone has to shield you from the world.
Stay with me.
Princes wait there in the world, it’s true.
Princes, yes, but wolves and humans, too.

I think the choice of wolves is important here. The Witch knows the forest and the Wolf is the forest’s resident sexual predator. She puts Princes, humans, and this predator into the same line, equating them. This is how the witch views the world, full of dangerous men with their penises. Note her choice in the prologue that when the Baker’s father steals from her he is “robbing me, raping me.” She brings this up again in “Last Midnight”:

I’m the hitch.
I’m what no one believes,
I’m the Witch.
You’re all liars and thieves,
Like his father,
Like his son will be, too-
Oh, why bother?

The witch has a fixation on men and views them as dangerous and immoral. If I was the type to do so, I’d peg her as a former victim of abuse (or close to someone else who was) who’s taken on a lot of fear of men as a representation of her attacker.  Sexual assault seems to loom large over how she views the world.

Note that it is especially hurtful to her for Rapunzel to spurn her for the love of a man6. She scolds her adopted daughter, guilts her, gives her one last warning about the world and then tosses her out into it, as if the touch of a man has tainted her or created some irrevocable divide between them.

I think that covers the largest set of story-lines. Maybe I’ve spent this whole time just restating the obvious, but sometimes that’s a reasonable exercise. Maybe I’m just dirty minded, but I certainly can’t help that.

So yeah, Into the Woods? All about sex.