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Well, I've been expecting this for a while now, but it's official, my ancient PS2 has finally kicked the bucket. It died Saturday (or sooner, hadn't played it in a week) and I tried to revive it, with no luck. I have resurected it from the dead once before, last summer, but now, I think all hope is lost.

We've had some really good times, PS2. A lot of late nights (and I mean a LOT), a lot of screaming at each other... well, mostly me screaming at you... but you always listened and NEVER complained (unlike my wife :roll: ). You never yelled back, you let me drink as much as I wanted to and still play with you. I've even passed out while playing with you. When I came to, you were still there, just waiting, wanting me to push your buttons a little more... just one more time.

You handled the abuse of my children (which is probably what finally did you in), but did you ever not let them play? No, you were kind, gentle, a little noisy (especially towards the end), and you even let me and my children put some terrible, terrible games in you.

... It's so hard.... to say goodbye... to yesterday... :cry:

Well! On to younger and shiner things! See ya PS2 :P