This son of a bitch was heavier than a Bantha and about as slow, but couldn’t carry nearly as many sand people. I got a later edition as a gift from someone who worked in a video store. Or maybe I gave him a gift by taking it. I think I had to roll the thing into the house on a couple of skateboards and rig a pulley system to get it onto my desk (or whatever the hell I ended up putting it on). I recall watching one of those terrible ’80s ninja movies on it, but mostly it just sat there daring me to remove it from the premises, taunting me with its uselessness.
The timer is “easy to operate”? Go fuck yourself!
2 Warps to Neptune 
LoL. Long live the Top Loaders. Amazing how nowadays you can find all kinds of these—and audio hi-fi—dinosaurs in Goodwill and Salvation Army shops, sitting on shelves just waiting to be adopted and loved once again.
Omg. Who doesn’t have a horror story of how “easy” it was to set the timer for recording a program? For me, it was more about honing that fine skill of stopping the VCR recording at the precise moment of blackness before the commercials, then starting it back again when the commercials ended (or so I thought). Ah, the perfect result would be a seamless recording of a “Million-Dollar Movie”…um, yeah right.
Funny, as much as I loathed all those commercials back then (while recording movies, at least), I’m totally hunting for each and every one I can remember now on YouTube. C’mon, who can forget such classics as those Irish Spring commercials?