Ship like this, be with you 'til the day you die.
'Cause it's a deathtrap.
– Malcolm Reynolds, Zoë Washburne, Firefly
A year ago I was my 360’s bitch.
That console is tantalizing in ways I’m not sure words can express. I love the curve of the case, the wink of that green, staring eye. Even the software sings to me, with those arched blades and the effortless connectivity. She lets me game without pretense, without effort. Slip a game from the shelf, close the tray, and off we go to fabulous places like Tamriel, Pinata Island, Normandy, or the planet Sera.
I’ve found the pendulum swings both ways. My love for the PC, a love I thought I’d lost, is once again burning bright. I’m trading in 360 games just so that I won’t feel guilty about rebuying them for my new crush. It’s a dirty cycle, the result of sorrow begetting unhealthy actions and self-recrimination.
I wouldn’t change a thing.