A sad, sad day.

nobody@vox.com(Joie) — Thu, 27 Dec 2007 16:32:46 -0600

I just made a lengthy post about this on the Playstation 2 forum at Playstation's website, so I'm just going to copy and paste that post to explain. (I should also point out that those forums are where I started making friends online; for at least a year of my life, that was pretty much what I did every night: go hang out and talk to people on the RPG, PSX, or PS2 forum. I was a loser and I'm quite proud of that.) I know at least Katie and Kirkis will appreciate this. The post reads:

I'm aware that no one on these forums has any clue who I am. At the risk of sounding like your grandpa on one of his Glory Days speeches, I should tell you that I used to be kind of a big deal. These forums were mostly my home for quite some time. I mean, I remember when the PS2 board was bright yellow and had a countdown on it, if that tells you anything.

All that to say that when what just happened to me happened, I knew the only place I could go to make myself feel better was here. Official disclaimer: I'm not asking for technical support here, which I suppose I'm not supposed to do. I'm just relatin' the past ten minutes of my life.

Although I used to be very much so all about the video games, a thing called college happened to me and took away all my ~~dignity~~ ~~happiness~~ game-playing time. My PS2 has sat pathetically in my TV stand for quite some time, unused and unloved. I am ashamed of this, and humbly confess my sins to the gaming gods; may they forgive me.

Yet unto me must come some form of punishment, and it did. I received a game for Christmas and felt a nostalgic tug in my heart; I would play again! Today I flipped the switch on the back of my PS2, pressed the eject button eagerly, and watched as the disc tray slowly, awkwardly, painfully attempted to open--with little success. Finally I managed to get it open and put a disc in. I waited... waited... waited. The system was reading... reading... reading. And then, horror of horrors, I saw those three words that all of us, old and new Playstation lovers alike, dread beyond all dread:

"Disc read error."

I tried other discs, to no avail. I pulled the old Nintendo blow-on-anything-and-everything trick; nothing. I banged around on crap, because as my brother pointed out, it's not as if I can break it anymore than it apparently is. All of this in vain, however; my old friend, forsaken and lonely, seems to have abandoned me just as I did him. I hope he's in a better place; I'm not sure if I believe in Heaven, but I like to think there's a special place where kids, teens, and adults have endless time to play with their video game systems, from 8-bit to the 3rd generation consoles of today. And I like to think my PS2 is there, as happy as he was when I first popped SSX into him.

Play on, old friend. I shall miss you dearly.

~wipes a tear from her eye and pours some alcohol on the ground for her homies~

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A sad, sad day.