Behind the Scenes of the
"Thombogo's Flea Market"
(This small portion was taken out of
the undeveloped book of, "The Evolution Thombogo - From then, Now,
and Beyond" in order to expedite this portion of the website)
- Devotion and Development -
One day, a long
while back, the last stage of the, "Thombogo's Flea Market"
was just about completed for archive and memorial purposes for,
Sanactrade. Any of the past items that were industrial / workshop related
needed to be sold for the move taking place. The hard work, put
into creating the different listings for the items was more to pay honor
to, Sanactrade's father to be remembered. He was a great re-modeler and a wood
During, Sanactrade's younger years around
the age of realization, perhaps around four or five years old and
through school years,
his time was spent in the workshop with his father. Because of,
Sanactrade's father being a very constructive man during his life time, this had interested, Sanactrade which had brought him into more opportunities
later on in life for the type of mind he could develop from his father's
skills and including whatever is mother taught him.
On school days, after, Sanactrade would come
home to do his homework, he then would go outside and spend time with
has father. His father would say some thing like, "Son, you can be outside and play, you don't have to stay in here and be bored." The
question is, how would, Sanactrade have the interest to go out to play
with his peers when during his time of internal development, he
sometimes would here the external sounds of his father, sawing,
drilling, sweeping, hammering and more through his mother's stomach when
she was out in the workshop with his father?
On the weekends and during the summer time
months, sometime was spent in the workshop. Sanactrade would bring out
his toys to spend time with his father. Because of the ten year age gap between, Sanactrade
and his three older
siblings, there was not much in common for him. His two older
brothers and his older sister by then were going into their next step
of life which was already two or three steps ahead of, Sanactrade.
There were times that, Sanactrade's father
wasn't in the workshop, instead most of his time was spent with his
mother especially several weeks before, Christmas time when his father
needed to work alone in the workshop to create Christmas presents for
family and friends. That time couldn't be spent
with his father, as these were all surprise gifts for Christmas.
As the years for, Sanactrade had gone by, the
more he requested his father to teach him the skills on how to use the various
types of tools in the workshop. Electric power tools such as a table
saw, band saw, sander, wood shaper, an air compressor and whatever was
to come, Sanactrade became more curious about how to use these tools. Along with
were power hand tools including other types of tools such as, hand or
power drills, mini-sanders, orbital sanders, paint sprayers, levels,
rulers, pipe and tap dies, wire strippers and so much more to explore.
During Sanactrade's years learning about industrial tools, another skill
which was unabridged together was the natural ability of learning about
These were some of the tools that were used for remodeling the same
house which is currently listed for sale at another part of this
website, www.thombogo.com under,
"House 4 Sale". Now, at this point during the listing of the
house, there was no need for most of the these tools which were listed
by, Sanactrade. All of the listings which had dealt with industrial
machinery including other related listings which have been presented by,
more of a memorial to his father. This part of the
website, was something that his father wanted because of the time that
spent together, "father and son" in the workshop.
Before going on, the moral part of this story is that, when you begin
your journey spending time with your parents, even before you are first
placed in your crib after birth all the way until you graduate from high school
and then a year or two later on, one of your parents passes on after all
the years your father and/or mother had spent devoting their time to
love teaching their child and/or children, how would you feel!
- Preserve now or all other data
project did not begin for internet development until the beginning of
the 2007 summer. Its was time to go outside in the quiet yard, sit in the
shade, feel the soft warm wind blowing all around while mother nature
was doing the rest of her job and then think about how put this part of the
past into words. Think about tools and other items which were sold in
the past already, items selling during the present if any and then think
about future business ventures.
So far, Sanactrade needed
to go back into his old files and the rest of the unsorted data to form
the birth of, "Thombogo's Flea Market". This was not as easy, as
he thought however, al lot of extended time and thought was strongly needed. So
many items sold, some unsold and a few refunded. In chronological theory
there was a large group of entities making up as the staff of Thombogo*
whom had helped Sanactrade along the way in order to overcome the
however, that wasn't the hardest barrier. That barrier later was yet to
come in Sanactrade's near future as this project was currently just
starting. During mid summer of 2007, with the rest of the data such as
pictures, files and more where being collected and figured out.
Lets begin with phase
two. It had taken major thinking to know how to lay out
the web page patterns. Coordinating with hyperlinks, graphics, some
basic java programming was all taken into step by step. Place web pages
with items and hyperlinks with web pages. Where was this all going? Know
in the pretence, that auction website was in the process of deleting,
Sanactrade's older item listings. All that work, destroyed.
Program data here, program data
there. Some crazy files,
Sanactrade was unable to figure out. How would other members of that
auction website be able to figure out who, Sanactrade is when there
would be no data about his past listings to help in the present about
is or what he represents? Al lot of information was important to,
Sanactrade. How would deleted listings help, Sanactrade?
End of summer 2007 was
approaching. As new testament was coming forth for, Sanactrade's future
for the, "Thombogo's Flea market", that barrier hiding in,
Sanactrade's path of life was still yet to come. This one barrier was just
not ready to reveal it self yet. Sanactrade was not aware of this.
Allot of hard work was put into this major project already. Phase two
was just finishing up.
Phase three had begun. It
the beginning of the 2007 fall season. Who were the members,
Sanactrade was involved in? Who did what and how. What were the past
results? What was sent, emailed or/and shipped? It was time for an
audit for all of, Sanactrade's past listings. Who paid for what? How was
it paid and so on. The digital system this project was being worked on
by, www.thombogo.com was beginning
to cause a small or a little wheezing sound from with-in itself. The
noise was a little piercing but, unable to determine exactly what this
quite noise was.
- Down in the digital dumps, a
computer's nightmare for death -
Almost a month in-a-half to go
until opening day of November of 2007. Sanactrade felt, there was no turning back now. This barrier too did not want to turn back
on its own
either. October 2007 is here. This project was about a week ahead of
schedule. This noise was getting a little louder and louder from the
system each day. Sanactrade did not know what is was. Was it the video
card due to the hard graphics put into the, "Thombogo's Flea
Market" project so far? During the project, this wheezing sound was
beginning to turn into a fluctuating whistling instead.
Each time a power fluctuation
would take place in the digital system, the whistling noise would coordinate
with all sorts of pitches matching the amount of power used from the
other internal and external electronic components though out the system.
Sanactrade's mom was unable to know what the cause was. Knowing that
Christmas was later around the corner, this project was under theoretical
contract to be completed by, November of 2007. The whistling, what was
it? When at a certain pitch, one of, Sanactrade's pet dogs, would sit up
on the kitchen floor, begin walking, would approach the system or
computer, pick up it head, cock his ear, and bark at it almost every
One Friday night, Sanactrade
and his mother were coming home with groceries from the store.
Sanactrade knew the project at the point was finally finished. Just a
matter sending the data of Thombogo at the www.thombogo.com
website. Tired, hungry and sleepy for both, Sanactrade and
his mother. Sanactrade had walked in and thought the power was tripped
in the room. The TV. was on. Other electoral items were on. "What's
wrong with my box that processes the, "1's" and
"0's" for me", as Sanactrade had mumbled to himself. He
noticed there was a cigarette smoke like trail emitting from the upper vent of the metal / steel box.
He did attempt to take it apart until he come across the factory seal sticker. Unable to afford a new
system at this time due to the cost of the usual online bills coming
around again for the month. Was there time to go to the local library
and pay the bills? Was there the time for, Sanactrade to a look at
it? Let the professionals take a look at it in the morning. Even the
power button did not turn on when pressed. Take it in the morning, get
it repaired. The project, "Thombogo's Flea Market" was in jeopardy.
- Bring on the Computer Doctors,
Begin the Analysis -
Sanactrade knew who would be on
the top of the list to fix this. Who are those technicians, those guys
who fix computers if it is something a computer owner is unable to
find on their own? The next morning,
Sanactrade was looking up the store which had that, "price
tag" like store sign on its outside wall while he was holding his
computer in his arms. His mother and him both decided to walk in, and approached
Sanactrade had looked over the
computer repair desk and thought to himself, "Who are these
guys?" as he pondered with a puzzled look on his face. "This
store before was moved from the last west corner of this long mini mall,
over here where a hardware store used to be", as he had thought
some more. "This store never had these types of computer technicians
from that, squad team working at its previous store about five or six
doors down, perhaps they might be just as good to repair my
system", as he stated to his mom in the new store. Count on reasonable
Two technicians had approached,
Sanactrade and his mom at the desk in the store. the way the conversation
had taken pace between the four of us was more like a movie script
format such as like this,...
(This deposition of past events was based on what took place
depending on what was closely remembered as humanly possible - this data in the transcript will be as objective as possible)
(No names will be mentioned in this deposition)
Technician one: "Can I help you?" - While
looking straight to Sanactrade and his mother.
Sanactrade: "Yes, my computer doesn't turn on when
I pressed on the power button right here, it blew out sometime,
- as he points to the button.
Technician one: "Um, mother board might be blown out,
you fried it, you will have to buy a totally new computer." - Sanactrade
was scratching the back of his head and leaning his head to the left as the technician laid down his
words of despair as Sanactrade had felt, of course he thought they were
words of wisdom - oh yeah!.
This was the barrier, this was barrier that was going to
prevent the, "Thombogo Flea Market" from ever happening.
Sanactrade's Mother: "He just bought the d? thing
just last year, it's only a year old."
Technician two: "Did you get a warranty for
it?" - while he was placing his hand under his chin to think about
what else to say next.
Sanactrade: "Well, no, I was on a budget at the time, the computer before this one blew out due to a processor
with the wrong buss speed which was installed without its heat sink
connected to the top of the processor,
I know that was fried for sure, listen, did you want the books and the
old sales slip on this one here before servicing it? ." - As he cocked his head towards the other computers
over the desk that were in the process of being serviced too.
Technician one: "We will ask for that later on but,
dude, get a new computer, it would
be faster than this one with more hard drive space along with more
memory" - and then , the technician gave Sanactrade a big smile on his face. The other technician
was looking at the same computers behind him after following the same
direction that Sanactrade eyes were viewing after he had cocked his
Sanactrade's Mother: "My son bought this
computer here, well at your other store and he still owes quite a bit on
it, this is very unusual, isn't it?"
Technician two: "Did you have your computer here
connected to a power surge strip?"
Sanactrade: "Yes, I did". - as he spoke with
concern for his computer.
Technician two: "Well, look, if it still blew out
even though it was plugged into a power surge strip then, it's possible that you might even
have fried the sister systems
inside this thing
such as your hard drive, CD/DVD ROM drives, the video card, the
processors and more. Trash it, ok?"
Sanactrade: "Could you please, do a diagnostic on
my computer anyway?" - after he had picked up his eyes after studying their
service menu on their desk.
Sanactrade's Mother: "Is this like a whole diagnostic
system on the computer?" - With a puzzled look on her face.
Technician two: "We can't say that there is a
single stage diagnostic for your computer if that is what you are
saying, you can begin with using the basic stage."
Sanactrade's Mother: "What price range are you
Technician one: "Well, it depends on how damaged
your computer system is, it depends from the mother board down to the other
connected systems and sometimes if those other sub system are damaged
too, you wouldn't be able to use them for other computers, it would cost
money to ship your computer out to be fixed depending on what we find
damaged." - as the first technician spoke his words of so called
Sanactrade's Mother: "I just can't believe it, my
son had this computer for a little over a year and this, how can you be sure?" - as his mother was trying to understand the concept of
Sanactrade: "This computer, if it was in the blue
book, would be worth about between $375.00 to $400.00, what should I
do here with the money I owe on it, now?"- While asking for some
support and reasoning.
Technician two: "Hey, man, things just happen,
sometimes, that's life, I bought my computer a year ago too, in six
months, it had broken, the hard drive had crashed, I had found out that
it was lemon, all right, dude?"
Sanactrade: "What happens with the data on my hard
drive, itself?" - As, Sanactrade gave him a puzzled look.
Technician two: "I had thrown out that hard drive and
bought a new one and I was at least able to have the whole computer
itself running, it's been working ever since."
Sanactrade: "Do you suppose it has anything to do
with the power supply in the computer, the whistling was emanating from
Technician two: "Well, it might be but, this computer
of yours would need a diagnostic, anyway".
Sanactrade: "One of you had said before that, there
is a basic or first stage diagnostic"
Technician one: "Well, yah, like he said, there is
the basic stage diagnostic, it is where the power system and motherboard
is checked to see if the power is flowing evenly around the
motherboard." - while Sanactrade was planning to hand over his
computer over the desk.
Technician two: "If you like, we are going to run a
test on it and see what happens, you and you mom can wait, browse the
store of whatever you would like to do while we both check this
Sanactrade: "All right, cool, we be back,
thanks!" - as Sanactrade had walked away with his mom and had put
up is thumb with some great confidence.
- Combination of other Refurbished
Computers, is the Diagnose the Right One -
Time to find that barrier and destroy
it. Almost ten minutes had gone by. Sanactrade was worried. He was
thinking to himself how is the, Thombogo Flea Market"
Project going to be known? It would be four months of hard work all wasted
for nothing. All for nothing. His mom was concerned. With the personal experience of computers, something still wasn't right.
With that thought in his head,
he really had felt that something just wasn't right. He was walking
around in circles in the store thinking about this one company which
sells all sorts of computer equipment, accessories and supplies. This is
the same company which also sends out its two separate catalogs about office furniture
and industrial equipment. From studying the contents in their computer
catalog, it had seemed, there were quite a few refurbished computer
that were on sale. There were all different types of desktop computers.
Which one to choose if need to be?
Standing there by the DVD movie
shelves, across the isle away from the technician's computer desk,
Sanactrade was thinking about the product listings in those computer
catalogs. It was the desktop computers he was thinking about in the
listings. He had thought and thought about this while his mother was
checking out some of the DVD movies away from him giving him some space
to think. As he remembered, there was this one particular computer
company which used to have the Golden, "G" sign before the
skinned box emblem had seemed to have allot of refurbished computers
everywhere on those desktop computer pages.
There seemed to be quite a
few of their computers on some of the pages listed as refurbished more
than the other computers manufactured by their companies alone. Since
the current computer that was supposedly blown out as stated by the
technicians, could this be a pattern with the computer which was used
for the, "Thombogo Flea Market" project since is has the
skinned box emblem on it too? Got to be a connect some how.
Well, the ten minutes were
finally up. Did they find anything reasonable that could been repaired
on it? Sanactrade and his mother approached the desk waiting for
answers. The two technicians approached behind the desk with answers
which had some doubt in them.
Technician two: "Well, we both have examined your computer and the basic stage diagnostic demonstrates that your
computer is totally fried, no reason for any other further diagnostics,
do you want us to have the computer or do you want us to box it back up
or close it back up and give it back to you?"
Sanactrade's Mother: "What?" - Showing disgust
in her face.
Sanactrade: "What do you mean, it's ruined?"
- Before buckling his lips together.
Technician One: "Our machine has shown it up, as a
simple power failure and a circuit board failure too." - While he
stood there next to the other computer technician with his arms also folded.
Sanactrade: "If you wouldn't mind me asking, could
I please view the results on the screen or could you print them up
instead, I am just curious?"
Technician One: "Well, you see..." - As he
attempts to think of what to say.
Technician Two: "I'll tell him, The results that
would show up on our screen are encoded information and you or your mom might not understand, the diagnostic results."
Sanactrade: "Um, ah, ok, box it up".
Technician One: "You don't want us to keep it? You
said that you the have the books and some type of a sales slip on it."
Sanactrade's Mother: "Did you want him to keep
it?" - While showing mild anger, confusion and disgust to the both technicians
standing there over the desk.
Sanactrade: "Guys, just box it up, ok, I'll take it
home" - as he rubbed his closed mouth while looking to the right to
his mother with some hurt in his eyes.
Technician Two: "Ok, screw it all back together
with that screwdriver" as he turns to the other technician asking
him to do just that.
Sanactrade: "Hey, wait a minute, Keep boxing mine,
what if I decided to save some money and buy a used one or a bare bones
kit computer, do you sell them here?"
Technician Two: "Sorry dude, you would have to contact a
computer company or another computer outlet that would do that type of business
for you, we don't do that here."
Sanactrade: "My computer right now, you are unable
to fix it?" - As he holds up his chin and scratches his cheek bone
on his tired face.
Technician Two: "Well, you could have us send it in
but, with the delivery charge for just sending it, them taking a look at
it, installing any parts in it, looking it over again and then testing
it once again, you are talking about $400.00, more then what your
computer is worth at this point, buy a new one." - as he had turned
around to see if the other technician was finishing boxing the computer
Sanactrade's Mother: "Would you know if there are
any computers on sale right now in the store?"
Technician Two: "Well, we don't know for sure
what's going on in the computer department back there, but, you see
that, see where I am pointing with my finger over there, ask the guy
sitting at the front door who's sitting at the security desk for the sales
paper, ok?" - While the other technician was placing, Sanactrade's
computer on the desk to take.
Sanactrade: "All right, thanks anyway, bye..."
- As, Sanactrade takes his computer with his mom and they
both walk away, to get the paper.
- Planning the break the Main
Barrier, The Nervous System as a Scope -
It was still in the back
of, Sanactrade's head knowing about so many of those computers with the
silver cow skin box emblem. So many of them were refurbished
like that as shown in that computer catalog? How could there be
something that major as money would go, if so many of those computers
were fixed like that. What were those two technicians
planning to do with, Sanactrade's computer since it originally had to
come from the same assembly plant like those other ones with the
silver cow skin box emblem on it, should he give the computer to them. In this case, what was the best investment to do?
Was this the end for the
project, "Thombogo, Flea Market"? Was all that data
about that project destroyed? After handling the computer and then
bringing it back to the desk, Sanactrade had to make a decision weather the computer should be given life or destroy it. Time wasn't going
his way. Time will never stop for any man except the leader whom
controls our universe. This computer was going to be
fixed one way or another. That weird whistling noise, it has something
to do with the different amount of power being distributed through
out the computer's circuitry.
When, Sanactrade was about
twelve years old, there was this junky old 13" TV set which he
had taken apart. For safety issues, it would not be explained in detail
on how this TV set was taken apart. While the television was on,
something had happen to, Sanactrade. It was something which has taken,
Sanactrade a few years to understand the physical dynamics of charged
power. While studying that old operating TV set, at one point,
Sanactrade by accident had made physical contact with this thick wire
leading from the round coil which leads to the side of the TV tube
This had taken place while his other
hand was grounded on the circuit board itself. Sanactrade was about to
the feel the 60 pulses of the current going up and down though out his arm
per second. It was like getting zapped by a bug light. In a way, his nervous
system was acting like an organic oscilloscope feeling that energy
running through him. Remembering back to those few seconds being shocked
like a human mosquito, Sanactrade wondered about the power fluctuations
in the power supply inside his computer.
Besides, feeling that shock
from that old, broken TV set, there were special situations that
Sanactrade had experienced which took place in a sequence of events
to help, Sanactrade to go back to the old school and replicate those ancient
skills of his. Sanactrade had no idea of how really far those two
technicians had probed into the computer. Why not open it and fix it
himself. Let's see, a usual amount of dust on the motherboard and a
usual amount of dust on the sister boards and on other computer components
- So Close to Junk, Jumpstart to
Recovery, Use Life Experience to Give it Life -
Shouldn't there be fresh finger prints on
any of the parts inside the computer's body? The
computer had been opened but, no indication of anything that has ever
been touched or inspected. After several attempts to turn on the computer after
it was all opened up, the only conclusion is that by using special
Thombogian diagnostic technology, it had something to do with the power
supply box. The whistling noise has something to do with the power
It was time take to take apart the power box
itself and check it out. After forgetting to unplug it,
then repositioning the power supply box on a plate of paper, the circuit board
appeared to be fully intact with no indication of showing damage. What was wrong? Was
it the motherboard itself that was fried? Sanactrade had decided
once again to reposition the exposed power supply board until his finger
had touched to top of one of the main capacitors while he had still
forgotten to unplug it from the wall.
All of a sudden there was this
charge of power going up his finger to his hand. These was this feeling
of alternating current going through his nervous system. He had left go
of the capacitor and had thought to himself of why, is there some
alternating current being emitted from the capacitor instead steady
direct current. Something is not right. That would mean that one of
those one way current nodes, transistor or the silicon based rectifiers
are on their way blowing completely out and one of them
might be not working to regulate the current on a even basis.
Depending on what external
circuit path ways appeared to be somewhat worn out, some general soldering
needed to be done. Sanactrade, had hooked up all the wiring back to
together. After several light taps by pressing the power button, the
blue light inside outlined circle was beginning to glow in and out. More
and more of the blue glow from the diode was glowing more and more similar
to the eyeball of the cyborg which was glowing its red light more and
more from the famous sequel movie after its power was rerouted from
being stabbed in its lower back.
The bios startup screen was beginning
display. All the usual data was showing up on the screen. There was no
physical damage to the motherboard or anywhere else in the computer
however, that whistling in the power supply was beginning its sound
again after one minute after the computer was on. As, Sanactrade had placed his
one ear over the power supply box, it had sounded as if micro power ions
where touching up inside the transistors or power nodes instead evenly
flowing around them. After the computer was on for about four to five
minutes, the whistling had gotten louder and louder and finely the
computer had shut off by it self. Parts were naturally worn out in the
power supply box itself.
With a new power supply box
replacement and repair by, Sanactrade, the computer was given life,
New power supply box replacing old
This is the computer while using a form
power supply box.
Thombogian Diagnostic Technology.
* = Company Trademark