After about six years, and I hope I never find out how game hours, my PS3 took the proverbial shit last night. I was watching Game of Thrones because I love to watch shows about three years too late. About ten minutes into a scene I’m pretty sure was going to show boobs or murder (this show is really great), I heard a beep and it was over. No more games? Who now will close the Oblivion Gates and stop the cult of Mehrunes Dagon? Tis truly a dark time in these lands! (The only dark time, apparently, was with my love life…I played a lot of games)
One thing I learned last night was never to look online for tech support. According to several sites it was definitely a lost cause…or it was merely dusty…or needed to cool down…or rotated…or I could grab a glue gun and remount the internal hard drive – just watch this simple 15 minute how to video on You Tube! Crap. Looks like I’m paying Playstation to fix it. Now I have to watch TV. I’m currently watching a woman on My Crazy Obsession showing off her 4000 outfits. Not for her, but for her pet squirrel Sugarbush. 4000 outfits. Her husband (yes, she has one) has three jobs to pay for his housewife’s squirrel outfits. Time to pay for express delivery.