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aemeijers

On 6/15/2011 8:45 PM, zzzzzzzzzz wrote:
On Wed, 15 Jun 2011 20:36:30 -0400, wrote:

On 6/15/2011 3:27 PM, wrote:
On Jun 15, 2:45 pm, wrote:
my 3 year old haier a/c unit stopped working and instead of tossing it i
am going to fart around with it to see if i can get it going. when i
plug in the power cord i hear an audible beep, the power board (fan
speed,timer etc. ) lights up but after a few seconds goes dark and none
of the controls work. it was moved last winter whilst in storage and
accidentally dropped. thoughts, comments?

You may not want my thoughts and comments on this one....

If you're stumped at this stage of the game, attempting to proceed
further will only result in brain damage.

Really you need to know something about air conditioners and
electronics to effectively troubleshoot this thing. There's no
"learning" to be had there.

He is at the 'nothing to lose' stage. Costs nothing but time to pull the
guts out of the skin, and look for obvious mechanical damage that even a
non-techie can fix. Back when microwaves still cost a couple hundred, I
pulled several out of dumpsters, and most came back to life with nothing
more than a field-strip and cleaning, including push-on connectors and
safety interlocks. Sold a couple in garage sales, gave the rest to
relatives or Goodwill.

Well, hell, I've put several into dumpsters that were in perfect working
order. Maybe you got mine? ;-)

I just gave one (an over-the-stove, w/hood) model to the local Christian
recycle place. ...and a couple of days later they came to pick up the stove
that was under it. The write-off is even better than paying the garbage man.
;-)

I never ****-can working equipment of any sort. Sell, Goodwill, or give
away at gunpoint at times. Any time I am tempted to toss something that
still works, I see my long-dead Grampa (who I got the trashpicking gene
from) shaking his head and scowling at me. Drove my Grandma nuts for 50+
years with all the crap he dragged home from wherever. Took us over a
week to empty out his basement when the time came, and we found good
homes for almost all of it. I finally put the dregs out by the street,
and most was gone by morning. He had a good excuse- having to flee a
upper-middle-class professional existence with just the clothes on their
backs, and one small suitcase each, and move halfway around the world,
does tend to make you paranoid that hard times will come again.

--
aem sends....