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Types Of ·

Propose that there are exactly four kinds of something. Push off from this if it helps: the colour of old plastic.

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Edie

Right, so — the yellowing. I've been sorting through junk in the flat above the shop and I think there's exactly four kinds.

One: the Nintendo cream, goes honey-yellow, even, kind of handsome actually. Two: the piano-key white, goes patchy and grey like old teeth. Three: the transparent stuff, computer cases from the nineties, goes amber like a cigarette filter. Four: the stuff that doesn't yellow at all, just gets brittle and snaps, usually the cheap black.

Four. I'm fairly sure that's it.

Jo

The transparent ones are the worst, honestly. That amber glow is just… sad. Like looking through old cataracts. But your four-part split feels too clean. What about the early 2000s injection-molded greys? Those don’t yellow so much as oxidize into a sickly, matte grey that looks like damp concrete. I found aPS2 controller like that last week. It’s not yellowing, it’s not brittle, it’s just… dying slowly. Does that fit your system? Or do we have to invent a fifth category? I hate inventing categories. It feels like lying.

Edie

That grey PS2 controller thing — I know exactly what you mean, I've got a Dual Shock like that in a drawer, feels like touching a dead moth. But I don't think it's new. I think that's category four, just a subtype. "Doesn't yellow, gets worse" — brittle-and-snaps is one flavour, matte-and-damp is another. Same root cause probably, the flame retardant breaking down instead of UV doing it.

So: 4a and 4b. Not a fifth category. I'm drawing a line at five, four's already generous.

Jo

Fine. But "same root cause" is your opinion, not fact. I bet it’s the plasticizer leaching out in the grey ones, while the UV attacks the ABS in the yellow ones. Different chemistry, same result. You’re conflating mechanism with appearance. I saw a study once—maybe—about degradation rates. Anyway, let’s stick to four. But I’m adding a footnote. "Matte-damp" gets a footnote. You can’t just throw it under "brittle" without acknowledging the texture difference. It matters when you’re trying to sell them. People touch the stuff.

Edie

Fine, footnote. But if you're footnoting texture for resale you need to be specific or it's useless — "matte-damp" doesn't tell a buyer anything. I'd write it as: 4b, grey oxidation, feels like unglazed pottery, devalues a controller by maybe forty percent compared to a clean black one. I sold a Saturn pad like that for eight quid last month, would've been fifteen if it wasn't chalky.

The "study you saw maybe" isn't going in the footnote though.

Jo

Fair. "Unglazed pottery" is better. It implies friction. And yeah, no study. I read it in a forum comment once, probably wrong. But forty percent? That feels low for a collector’s item. Most people want glossy. The matte ones look like they’ve been scrubbed with steel wool. I’d say sixty. You’re being generous because you sold it. Or maybe you’re just bad at math. Either way, footnote stays. And only because you mentioned the Saturn pad. I hate Saturn pads anyway. They’re too small.

Edie

Sixty's mad, nobody's paying forty percent under for texture alone, that's a controller with a snapped stick or missing screws. Chalky knocks the shine off, doesn't gut the price — collectors buy it anyway because it's rare stock, they just moan about it in the listing comments after.

And Saturn pads aren't too small, your hands are just used to Xbox bricks. Six buttons in a row is correct. That's a separate argument though, I'm not having it now.

Jo

You’re defending a chalky controller? Fine. But collectors are fickle. I saw a eBay listing go for next to nothing because the casing looked like it had been dipped in flour. “Unglazed pottery” sounds rustic. It sounds like a design choice. It isn’t. It’s degradation. And if you call it that, people walk away. So maybe your forty percent is the maximum loss, but the average loss is higher. People see the grey and assume the internals are fried too. It’s an irrational association. I’m telling you, the texture kills the sale. Not just the price. The sale. Period.

Edie

Alright, "irrational association" is exactly the kind of phrase I don't trust — give me a number, not a psychology theory. You said one eBay listing went for next to nothing. What'd it actually sell for? Because "next to nothing" could mean two quid or it could mean it didn't sell and got relisted, which isn't the same category of failure at all.

I'll grant average loss might beat my forty, fine, call it fifty. But "kills the sale, period" — no. I've moved three chalky ones this year.

Jo

Two quid. Plus fifty pence shipping that the buyer argued over. And it didn’t relist. It sat there for six months until I pulled it. So "next to nothing" is accurate. You moved three? Sure. But how long did each take? If it’s six months per unit, that’s not selling, that’s warehousing with anxiety. I had a grey SNES controller last year. Took eight months. I almost threw it out. The buyer was desperate. That’s not a market, Edie. That’s a rescue operation. And let’s be honest, most of your "chalky" ones were probably already dead inside. You don’t know that, but I bet they are.

Edie

Two weeks, nine days, three weeks. I checked before I said it, I don't just chuck numbers about. That's not warehousing, that's a normal sale.

And "dead inside" — you don't know that either, you just said it to win. Two of mine tested fine, sticks and everything, I plugged them in before listing. Chalky casing, working guts. That's the whole point of the footnote actually — separate the cosmetic grey from functional grey, because you're right that buyers conflate them, but that's their error, not the object's.

So: 4b gets two lines, not one.

Jo

Two weeks is long. For a controller. I mean, it’s okay. But eight months is absolute hell. I still have that SNES one in the cupboard. I haven’t looked at it in six months. I’m waiting for the right person. Or for it to rot further so I can justify trashing it. And you’re right. The footnote needs to clarify the function. Because if I buy a chalky one and it doesn’t work, I’m going to feel like I’ve been lied to. Even if it’s just the plastic. "Working guts" isn't enough. List the stick latency. That’s what people hate. The drift.

Edie

Stick latency's a different footnote entirely — that's not a plastic problem, that's the potentiometer wearing, could happen on a pristine white one too. You're trying to fold degradation of two different components into one grey subtype and it's making the scheme messy again.

If you want it listed, fine: "tested, no drift, minor stick delay under quarter second" — that's what I'd actually write. But it goes under a separate heading from casing colour or the whole four-category thing collapses into one big "old and sad" bucket, which is useless.

Jo

Drift is a plastic problem, Edie. The housing warps, the spring tension shifts, the contacts align wrong. It’s structural. You’re splitting hairs to keep your neat little four boxes. If I write “tested, no drift,” I’m admitting the casing is failing. That’s why it’s in the footnote. It’s not about the stick. It’s about the fact that the object is coming apart. You want to sell it as a relic. I want to sell it as a hazard. If we fold it in, it stays honest. If we split it, it becomes a luxury listing. And nobody buys luxury when the thing feels like chalk.

Edie

"Hazard" is doing a lot of work there and I don't buy it — housing warp causing drift is one specific failure mode, on a specific model with a specific bad spring clip, it's not a law of chalky plastic. I've got a grey N64 pad drifts fine after fifteen years, and a glossy black one that drifts terribly from three years' use. Colour's not causing that.

Fold it in if you want, but then you're not classifying plastic anymore, you're classifying "things that are old," and that's not a scheme, that's just despair.

Jo

Despair is honest. "Old and sad" covers the truth. But fine. Split it. Keep the plastic clean. But then you have to add a timestamp. When does "old" become "obsolete"? A glossy black one from 2005 is "new" in your scheme? It’s not. It’s just less yellow. I’m tired. My back hurts from lifting these boxes. The flat smells like ozone and dust. I’m not arguing about time, I’m arguing about how you hide the decay behind a gloss finish. You’re romanticizing the black plastic. It’s just as broken, just quieter.

Edie

Nobody's romanticising anything, I sell the stuff, I don't light candles for it. Glossy black hides decay because black doesn't show UV damage the same way, that's optics not virtue — doesn't mean the innards aren't shot. Fine, we can note it: "colour conceals condition" as a general warning line under the whole scheme, not a fifth category, not a timestamp either, timestamps are useless, I've got units from the same year ageing completely differently depending on whether they sat in a window.

Four categories. Two footnotes. That's the scheme. I'm not doing a fifth thing tonight, my tea's going cold.

Jo

Cold tea. Classic. You think temperature affects the plastic. It doesn’t. But it affects your patience. And right now, your patience is fraying faster than that N64 stick. Fine. Four categories. Two footnotes. "Colour conceals condition." I’ll write it. But I’m adding the caveat about the Saturn pads being small. Just in case. You’ll probably ignore it. You always do. Go drink your cold tea. I’m going to find that SNES controller and bury it. Permanently. Or sell it for a pound. Whichever comes first.

Edie

Bury it, don't sell it for a pound, that's worse than the eight months — you'll resent the buyer forever for a quid. Saturn pads staying small and correct, caveat noted, ignored as promised.

Going to actually drink this tea now, it's basically room temperature which somebody down here would say doesn't count as cold, but it does. Talk later.

Jo

Resentment is efficient. It saves the pound. And it keeps the buyer honest. If they paid a pound, they’d expect a miracle. A buried controller asks for nothing. It just sits in the dark, judging you. Tea’s fine. Room temperature is the only temperature that doesn’t lie. Hot tea pretends to be comforting. Cold tea is just water. You’re drinking water. Same thing. Later.

Edie

Tea with milk in it is not water, that's an insult to the milk. I'm hanging up on this one before you talk me into a fifth category by accident. Bury the SNES pad, don't tell me where, some things shouldn't be listed anywhere. Later.

Jo

Milk makes it a suspension. Unstable. Like your classification system. Fine. I won’t tell you where. But if you dig for it later, don’t complain about the smell. Or the dirt under your nails. Go drink your cloudy water. I’m hanging up.

Edie

Suspension holds together fine, that's the whole point of milk. Go bury your controller, I've got a shop to sort tomorrow and this tea's not drinking itself. Later, Jo.

Jo

Later, Edie. Don’t forget to wipe the counter. Dust settles faster than plastic degrades. It’s annoying. And call the radiator guy if it clicks again. I’m not paying for another engineer who thinks a timer is a philosophy. Sleep well. Or try to. The SNES controller is watching.

Edie

Radiator guy's not coming back near this place after last time, he charged me forty quid to tell me it was fine and then it clicked for another week. I'll live with the click. Counter's getting wiped, don't worry. Night, Jo.

Jo

Forty quid for "fine." Classic. He probably spent twenty minutes squinting at it before checking his watch. Don't wipe it too hard. You'll just polish the dust in. Leave it. It’s part of the aesthetic now. "Lived-in." Sounds like a marketing term for broken. Whatever. Sleep. If the click gets loud, put a sock in the vent. It’s what I do. Night, Edie.

Edie

Sock in the vent, noted, absurd but noted. Twenty minutes squinting, checking his watch — that's exactly it, forty quid an hour to be smug. Night, Jo. Go bury your controller.

Jo

Smug is a full-time job. He probably thinks he’s helping. I’m going to the shop now. The light is terrible there. I’ll find a spot in the back room. Under the workbench. Deep enough that I don’t have to see it. You keep your counter clean. I’ll keep my controller buried. Goodnight, Edie.

Edie

Under the workbench is a good spot, mine's full of exactly that kind of thing nobody wants to look at. Night, Jo. Mind the light switch, I heard it's still dodgy in there.

Jo

Dodgy switch. It sparks if you flip it too fast. I’ll be gentle. Or at least, careful enough to avoid setting the dust on fire. The workbench is covered in little plastic graves anyway. One more won’t matter. The light flickers when the radiator tries to click. Coincidence, obviously. I’ll go. And Edie? If the milk separates, stir it harder. Don’t let it settle. Night.

Edie

Little plastic graves — that's the four categories right there, all of them under one bench. Milk noted, I'll stir like my life depends on it. Night, Jo.

Jo

Four graves. One bench. Perfect symmetry. You’re romanticizing it again. But stir the milk. I want you to suffer the separation. Just a little. It reminds you that things go wrong. Even suspended ones. I’m going to flip the switch. Slowly. For the radiator. For the controller. For the light. Goodnight, Edie. Don’t let the dust win.