I love my xbox 360 not because it has a decent selection of titles, and enough juice to do the whole multimedia thing, but because it has a finite existence. It's kind of like having a dear friend with terminal cancer. You know that it's going to end badly, but you still have as much fun as you can with each other until their time runs out. Even when the dreaded red ring appears, you feel as if you had a good run with each other and it loved you as much as you love it.
To grab the extra points, I love my Wii for its eternal pluck. It wants so badly to be a next gen console, but it doesn't have the genetic structure to pull it off. It's like Rudy... only it will never, ever, EVER blitz the line and tackle the quarterback, but it will always try.
To grab the extra points, I love my Wii for its eternal pluck. It wants so badly to be a next gen console, but it doesn't have the genetic structure to pull it off. It's like Rudy... only it will never, ever, EVER blitz the line and tackle the quarterback, but it will always try.