Today I was going to write about the most horrible ideas for food ever (including “rhesus pieces” and “frottage cheese”) but then I went and did something even more horrible: I ordered a PS3. I “won” that stupid lottery Amazon.com had going on this weekend, where you could sign up and maybe (just maybe) you’d luck into a 1-in-44 chance of getting the right to order a PS3.
The fact that I won makes me a little suspicious, as though the whole thing is perhaps some sort of rigged hype- and sales-building exercise. Honestly, I’d be OK with that, because according to their signup page, raw statistical fact makes it twice as likely that I’ll develop hemmorhoids as “earning” this chance to buy an overpriced, likely-doomed-to-breakdown piece of gaming hardware. So if this sign-up event wasn’t actually a cynical lie, I should probably stock up on the Preparation-H just to be safe.
Anyway, I went ahead and placed the order, but only so I can get the resulting write-off on my 2006 taxes. For the time being I really only need this thing so I can download software for the Retro Roundup. Otherwise, until MG4 and FFXIII make their way to stores, the PS3 doesn’t have much use as anything but a hi-fi PSOne game player. And, of course, a handy tax deduction — all in one! Oh, Sony, you were right all along. It really is the versatile wonder-console of the future.
(Hyper deluxe awesome Han Solo image totally bogarted from R. Stevens.)
P.S. Special prize to anyone who can name all ten Miis in the header up there.