I had an N64. I wouldn't quite call it a disappointment as a limited console. It just didn't have as much diversity as the PS1. It had great first party games, don't get me wrong, but I wish I would have had a PS1, which is why I choose the PS2 next generation.
Even every Gamecube owner I know who loved the thing KNOW it was a disappointment. It had less great first party games than the N64 (most people hated Double Dash and Mario Sunshine), and had almost no third-party exclusives whatsoever. Most people I knew called it the "Smash" console, since it even lost RE4 towards the end.
You can say the N64 wasn't a disappointment, but NOT the Gamecube.
We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers…Also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. –Raoul Duke
It is hard to shed anything but crocodile tears over White House speechwriter Patrick Buchanan's tragic analysis of the Nixon debacle. "It's like Sisyphus," he said. "We rolled the rock all the way up the mountain...and it rolled right back down on us...." Neither Sisyphus nor the commander of the Light Brigade nor Pat Buchanan had the time or any real inclination to question what they were doing...a martyr, to the bitter end, to a "flawed" cause and a narrow, atavistic concept of conservative politics that has done more damage to itself and the country in less than six years than its liberal enemies could have done in two or three decades. -Hunter S. Thompson
