Okay, so it's not technically camp...more like a strange and nondescript warehouse-looking building where they supposedly keep the magical beings that fix PS3s when they get sick. So what happened? I blame Owen Wilson.
I was sitting all comfy-like on my couch happily viewing the extra features on a Blu-ray copy of Marley and Me for a review, when suddenly, the image and none of the controls would respond. I powered down the PS3, thinking foolishly that this would fix the problem, but my little Sony baby awoke to a complete lapse of memory for what to do with any spinning silver discs! A small consolation that this is not a totally uncommon problem, but still a bloody inconvenience.
A quick call to Sony, and a few days later, a prepaid shipping carton arrived at my door. So I'll be about $170 lighter, but should have a happy and fully-functional PS3 back in my house in under two weeks! Killzone 2, how I've missed you!
K.
