Not A Good Day To Be A Nerd Who Got His XBOX Before 2003

I was originally going to post about how bummed/freaked-out I was that one of the most beloved members of my household had the potential to be a fiery bringer of destruction and sorrow.

But as you can see from the other posts today... there is a new dawn of hope for me and my kind and it comes in many glorious forms. So, I will not worry about my XBOX bursting into flames and taking with it my almost 20 hours of KOTOR II in progress... and maybe the house too... but I will instead be there, for better or for worse, holding its little* controller in my hand, never leaving its side, until the replacement power chord arrives in the mail in two to six weeks.

*I do realize the DUKE is bigger than my face. And yes, my DUKE is bigger than your controller-s.