I thought it would be a game that would spell the end of my Xbox 360. And I expected it would come suddenly, in the flash of a red ring. I was wrong.
The day that I had expected to arrive at least a year ago appeared to arrive on Saturday morning. That is when my launch Xbox 360, a 20GB machine that has whirred through my complete play-throughs of "King Kong," "Gears of War," "Mass Effect, chunks of so many other games and dozens of Xbox Live Arcade games -- a machine that has been my primary DVD player since 2005 -- did the game console equivalent of a hacking cough, stumble and cold sweat.
My Xbox 360 did not die, but it appears to be on its way.
Shockingly, my Xbox 360 has not red-ringed. It has suffered a stranger, seemingly fatal malady, one that Google has barely begun to catalogue: Read More...