I actually joined in 2018 but I'm not sure I ever posted here. As a penance, I forced by slave AI to write a poem about recapping.

In circuits of old, where time's touch has strayed,
Capacitors weep, their essence decayed.
Once vibrant hearts, now withered and weak,
Their song of charge, a fading antique.

With electrolyte drained, their magic lost,
Distorted signals, a haunting ghost.
Humming melodies turn to discord's embrace,
As aging components mar the sonic space.

But fear not, for hope's gentle light appears,
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