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Video Games: The tragedy
Once upon a time, long before Pigdump became a going concernTM, the editor's idle hands and idle mind discovered the Sony Playstation. Oh what joy, what rapture! I spent hours, days, weeks, months trying to get Crash Bandicoot out of trouble, trying to catch all the apes that escaped, getting past the hump of Sniper Wolf. Oh yes, those were the days!When Pigdump became a going concern TM, I did not spend as many hours at my game console. For you, the darling and devoted, that was a good thing. But for the Playstation gnomes... well let's just say it was a tragedy. Here's what happened. On the weekend, the team that brings you The Weekend Funnies was feeling kinda proud, kinda smug for getting the job done yet again. Team members took time out on a cool, windy late afternoon to play some of the old games, feeling a kinda early 1999 nostalgia. Well. When we went to load up the game data for Crash Team Racing, we received the message "there is no game saved on memory card." Hmmm. Maybe we loaded the wrong card...
 4 memory cards later, no CTR. No Point Blank 1. No Metal Gear Solid. No Time Crisis. No Crash Bandicoot. No Ape Escape. All the data had disappeared -- except for a cartridge of NHL2000 and a cartridge of Gran Turismo. WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME HAPPENED?
Being the crack team of solution strategists that we are, we worked through the possibilities until we were satisfied with an answer.
- Playstation gnomes? No, the M.O. did not fit.
- Nintendo and Sega gnomes? The M.O. was there, but they're too busy planning the Playstation 2 attack.
- Houseguest who didn't know better? Best possibility so far... but accidently wiping out a whole card - not just one block - seemed too far-fetched.
- Cheap bastards? We think we nailed it. The 2 memory cards that contained data were cards made by Sony itself. The Lost Data cards... well, they were half the price! I mean, well, you expect me to pay $20 every time I want to save a new game? Come on, the Pigdump budget is less than nothing, how was I to know that data on cheap bloody memory cards would just disappear?
The moral of the story is: buy the real thing or you'll be looking for that frickin' sniper gun all over again, or you'll be buying twice the laundrey detergent cuz your whites just ain't white enough, or your kids won't eat the almost-Oreos because they just don't taste as good, or your toilet paper will work about as well as waxed paper... Umm... thanks and good luck.
Tomorrow: 68 guns.
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