Or at least, 3 quarters of a ring of fire. The tallest of my gen next gen consoles decided that it would be happier in the next life just as I arrived home from work to watch the second season of House. Predictably, I was not a happy camper. I was fortunate enough that I had another month on my warranty, and the relatively accent-free tech support gentleman will send the replacement box in the upcoming weeks.

To quote one of the greatest singers of all time:

 'Another one did indeed bite the dust'