Irony irony irony, you don't have to be so heavy handed. Subtle irony is better. It's funnier. Hell it's the English way.
Big nasty smiling in your face as it twists the knife in your stomach irony isn't good. Unless it happens to someone really bad who deserves it, but then you're treading on Karmas toes a little.
Two days after writing the post "Xbox, we love you", just after the 3 year extended warranty has expired, just as I'm building up to some quality down time with a clutch of new games for my baby, just as the NXE has come out, we've had a death in the family.
"Jede dritte stirbt den Hitzetod"
My beautiful, fault free lump of gaming heaven has passed away. Bastard.
For those of you who don't know, that's known as the "Red Ring of Death". It's the Xbox's way of saying "You're going to need to buy a replacement for me, that's money you could do without spending just before Christmas isn't it. That'll teach you to finally do a blog post about me. Irony, that's what that is."
If this has taught me one thing, it's to never write a blog about how great my prostrate is feeling or that I'm glad I've never caught my testicles on razor wire.