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So, on top of everything else that's been going on recently, our Playstation 3 died.
This took us by surprise. I was aware that Playstations could die, because whenever I'd play Oblivion for, like, five hours until Marvel woke up, he would caution me to take a break so as not to overheat the console. And the one or two times it froze (which only seemed to happen when I was playing it), Marvel would worry, "I hope it isn't dying on me." But neither of these things had happened for months, maybe even a year. And certainly you don't hear about it as often as you do the Red Ring of Death that plagues every XBOX ever built.
But, one night last week, Marvel was playing...something (Fallout, I think?) and it just shut off. (Thank GOD it happened to him, and not me! I would have feared for my safety.) And didn't turn back on. And did what is called, apparently, the Yellow Light of Death. No more Playstation.
This is bad enough, but once we realized all of the implications we felt much worse. It's obviously out of warranty, as I got it for Marv...oh, at least three years ago now, a little after it first came out. Sony does offer to let you send in your dead PS3 and $150 and they send you another one, but the one they send you is already refurbished, so in our minds that meant it's that much closer to death (and having to go through this process all over again.) So we ended up getting a new one--the good news is, we jumped from 60 GB to 250GB, so we'll probably never have to worry about running out of space again. The bad news is, the new PS3s are oddly not backwards compatible--they don't play PS2 games anymore, which is bad enough, but they DO play PS1 games now, which is just...incomprehensible. And the new units only come with 2 USB ports, which means that if you want to play Rock Band with four people, you have to run out and buy a USB hub. Basically, Sony is making us just bleed money.
But by far, the worst part of all of this is that, due to these new consoles all being exclusively system-save, all of our saved games are gone. For some games, this isn't much of an issue--Little Big Planet is a really fun (and not very long) game that unfortunately doesn't have the greatest replay value in the world otherwise because unlocking things in each board is kind of the point of the game. For some games it's terrible--I never did beat Oblivion after putting in, oh, I don't know, let's say 50 hours, and I'm NOT up for trying again. But by far the biggest deal for me was Rock Band. At first I was kind of happy, because having to start a new band wouldn't be too bad, we could start out on the hardest difficulty now, and I'd remember not to waste my "money" redoing my hair style every other city, and remember to play the solo game to unlock outfits I would have otherwise bought.
Until I realized we had to play the Endless Setlist again.
58 songs. In a row.
I believe the last time we did this it took us around 8 hours.
Son of a bitch.
::sigh:: But, the only way through it is to do it, so we started a new band, Un Emilie 68, which we took from our favorite brand of absinthe (and I admit freely here I came up with the idea because I had just been reading NANA, and her band Blast is named after her favorite band of cigarettes), and I immediately broke my very first rule that I mentioned above, because I had created my character with black pigtails and pink bangs BEFORE we named the band, and after we came up with the name I decided she should have green bangs to match all the green outfits I'm going to give her to live up to the band name, and dear God why would that cost $130 in band money? But now I'll leave it alone, and just enjoy getting to sing again.
Incidentally, Dad finally came down and watched us play--I've wanted him to for a long time, because his biggest complaint about my voice is that it's too soft, and since playing Rock Band I've learned how to belt it, at least on a few songs. And do you know what he said? "I don't like you singing that kind of music. It's not even singing."
This is just SUCH a weird attitude for Dad to have. I mean, he lived through the 60s, when all of his parents' generation were calling rock and roll "the Devil's music" and I don't know what all else. And Dad is many things, but conservative ain't one of them. But apparently, HIS daughter's voice should only be used for...I don't know, Christmas songs and Broadway show tunes.
Well, screw him. I'm going to be a virtual rock star. :)
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