Forgive the LiveJournal confession: Until yesterday, I didn't have a DS. Well, I did have a DS, a regular one, which was left at that squalid hotel Gawker Media put us up in. I don't know how even the likes of Xbox dood J Allard, Mario nerd Cliffy B and Final Fantasy mustache Hironobu Sakaguchi were able to stay there. Booze, perhaps.

Tech overload Joel Johnson located my DS (in the fridge, oddly) and promptly sent it to me in Japan. I never got it, and as we speak, some mailman is getting his jollies on the Brain Training cartridge I left in portable.

Know I purchased the PSP on launch day, stood in line and everything. There are games that I really love for the Sony portable, but sadly, we grew apart. Up on the shelf the PSP went. Now, without that Nintendo portable to distract me, I could really sit down and enjoy the PlayStation Portable. Because, as we all know, insane fanboyism comes from owning only one system. That, and too much NutraSweet.

From E3 until yesterday, I played with the PSP every damn day. It really is a fantastic little machine. Sure, there are shortcomings, blah, blah, blah, but really, the machine is slick. And besides, that was the only handheld I had. That made it even radder. The PSP provided a quality, portable gaming experience, so I couldn't have given a hoot about the DS. Rather, I could give a hoot about it. I just couldn't buy one in DS-sold-out Japan. Heh.

Now, that I've got my DS, things between me and my PSP seemed unstable again. Well, yesterday, they did. I feared we're going to start seeing other people: me touching that Pink Lite doohickey and the PSP kicking it with the dust bunnies. That hasn't really happened (as of today), and I've been switching between both systems, trying to get the best of both worlds as they say. Whomever "they" are.

So, is the PSP dead? For the last two months at casa del Ashcraft, it sure wasn't. Hope the same's true for the next two. Brian Ashcraft

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