If I may, could I toss console fanboys into this?
See, thanks to console fanboys we aren't allowed to criticize anything. Saying the 360 is incredibly unreliable, wondering out loud why the hell the PS3 still does not include Component or HDMI cables, or asking why anyone but a die-hard Nintendo fanboy would want a Wii will result in you being chased by a mass of overweight and foul-smelling fanboys carrying torches and pitchforks.
I will admit that despite the issues I've had I still love my Xbox 360. I should note that my feelings towards the console are most likely due to some variant of Stockholm Syndrome. The cause of which could be my large collection of almost-all exclusive disc-based games I enjoy playing, the dozen or so Arcade titles I own, the DLC I bought because I wanted to see what the developers couldn't (or wouldn't) fit on the disc, and the 11 months left on the Xbox Live subscription I bought so I could get the full experience of games like Crackdown, The Orange Box, and Call of Duty 4.
Yes, I love my 360 which is why I get so pissy when the thing decides that life simply isn't worth living because that means I have to call Microsoft, give them all my personal information and re-register my console because "our computers recently went down and some information was lost". I find it odd that its always my information that's lost. Then after all that's done I have to wait for the coffin, remove my custom faceplate and HDD, then package it up and squeeze the 360, now covered with packing material, into a box that's about 1/2" too small on all sides, and drive to FedEx Kinko's and listen to the girl in the Lisa Loeb glasses make her "Another one?" remark.
Then I get to spend the next two weeks staring at my Xbox/Xbox 360 games collection (Its all you can really do) while I wait for my returned unit with the letter (English on one side, Spanish on the other) with the enclosed comment card (I always put down "Make a f***ing console that f***ing works you c***s!" as the comment, with the necessary letters in place of the *'s. Could explain why my information keeps disappearing.) and a free month of Xbox Live Gold service which never works. Again, probably due to my comment on the comment card.
Oh, and I cannot forget about Final Fantasy XI. My god they screwed that game up. See, it used to be fun, in the way that Final Fantasy IV on the PlayStation is way more fun than Final Fantasy II on the SNES. Yes, it was challenging and there were times that you wanted to scream because some monster killed you three feet from the zone and thanks to the death penalty you lost an hour's worth of exp but when you did something right or you succeeded when you should have failed miserably it felt so good.
Then WoW came out and became the massive MMORPG phenomenon that it is. Yes, I know the first M stands for massive but when discussing WoW you need two "Massive"s because that game is that freaking massive. So, in their infinite wisdom the Final Fantasy XI development team (I will refer to them as "rocket surgeons" from here on) decided that it would be best to dumb down FFXI in a vain attempt to keep the roughly 500,000 of us who still play. Thus they birthed "Treasures of Aht Urghan." Oh, for the first few days it was nice. The "Arabian Nights" themed town, the music, the instanced and random boss battles, the new jobs. Then, it happened. People discovered that the mobs in Aht Urghan were incredibly easy to beat and quite generous. By which I mean passing gas in a field full of said mobs would result in every mob in the vicinity dropping dead and coughing up huge piles of goodies. Worst of all these things apparently breed like rabbits and reach maturity five seconds after being born.
So now the MMORPG I loved because it was as hard as a eight-inch concrete wall hit at 65MPH and as rewarding as a "Mega Millions" jackpot is now as easy as Bisquick pancake batter and as rewarding as winning the "Most improved odor" award at your high school reunion.
If any game developers are reading this, I beg of you. Don't listen to the fans. We don't know anything!