With Goblet of Fire hitting on Friday, I guess we couldn't resist. I enjoyed the fifth book while I was reading it, at least, I thought I did, but I couldn't tell you a single thing that happened between the hard covers of my collector's edition with wand. The Sixth Book (or tome, or whatever) got me back on board.
When I still had a 360 waiting for me, I wasn't physically shaking with the anticipation of it. Now that it's not really a sure thing my thoughts are dominated by fantasies of its acquisition. The onrushing wall of 360 coverage is creating a kind of pressure against my skull.
We got an email from an employee at a "dedicated games retailer" that might intrigue you, regarding how 360s are being distributed. I'd imagine it's probably store by store, but here you go: they are going to the people who purchased the most accessories, as opposed to the people that got on there first. We've heard it from people going into stores as well, where the person behind the counter - in what I'm going to call an act of kindness, given the situation - suggests that they throw a couple peripherals on the pile to guarantee it. I'm not saying this is what happened to me, I'm just saying that it happens.
Well, whatever: they have to do for theirs, and with news of soft holiday profits in games I'd imagine they are trying to make their store emerge from the spreadsheet with numbers that will entice the Regional Manager. I have no doubt that waiting outside Best Buy will create - if this website is any indication - much needed character.
I've read Brian Crecente's Kotaku with increasing rage, and also the foul Gizmodo seeing first the box, then the secret agent style steel briefcase, and then the retail device placed next to the dev kit, which he also ostentatiously owns, a reflexive tightening of the hand into the fist, which we all know is itself a kind of weapon.