You just can’t win...
Microsoft f@nboys think I’m owned by Sony.
Nintendo f@nboys think I’m a Microsoft whore.
Sony f@nboys think I’m a cyborg from 2017, created via joint effort between MS and Nintendo, sent back through time to defame their precious console.
Meanwhile...
My favorite console of this generation is the Xbox.
If given a choice I’d want my hands on the Revolution controller over, say, Jessica Alba.
And words cannot describe my love for all things Harmonix, Katamari or God of War.
I called out the GameCube for lacking 3rd party support and genre whoring Mario. Naturally, that won me the hearts and minds of the Nintendo community.
I was the loudest opponent and skeptic of Sony’s pre-rendered KillZone E3 PS3 parade. Thus, I was labeled a non-believer by legions of Madden loving dual-shock worshipers.
And I recently called out Microsoft for a few things that were shown and said at X05. Now granted, I do believe Microsoft is being the most honest about their console (and its’ capabilities) with regard to the next-gen race, but that doesn’t excuse them from the occasional checking in my book
All in all? Not the best way to make friends on the internet… no. But luckily I’m not longing for brand-zealots to add me to their MySpace pages or sing my praises in some sticky thread on an EasyBoard.
You know what; it’s entirely possible to not give a damn about the label, packaging or company behind a product. It’s entirely possible to like, love and despise unabashedly. It’s entirely possible to have differing opinions, to acknowledge the existence of a counterpoint and to not be a giant douche on the internet when confronted with one.
I know, I know... for some of you these truths are a bitter pill to swallow. Just relax, grab a Dixie cup of water, choke it down, and stfu.
Seacrest out.