One of my local venues of choice, DNA Lounge, has a big LED sign on the wall. It provides varying bits of information; in a past life, it was remote-controllable by guests, but now it mostly just provides lists of upcoming events.
It's been looking sadder and sadder lately, and getting less and less readable. The club's owner, Jamie, put out a call for help at some point. Being that I fancy myself at least somewhat handy with a soldering iron, and I've always wanted to see what's inside of one, this seemed like a good opportunity: I figured that I couldn't really make things much worse, and it seemed like a good idea to have a time limit on having the thing in my house, with a known place it will go back to after I was done with it.
So, the next Monday, Jeff brought the thing back home, and I set to work.