So, my Xbox 360 FINALLY arrived from Microsoft today, after signing a six-page contract, after waiting more than a week and after hours of drooling over reviews. One little problem: I'm on the road this week travelling on the coattails of Gawker Overlord Nick Denton. And I won't get home until Tuesday.

Who's there to receive the package? My anti video games gaming-apathetic, but otherwise babelicious, wife. Will she hook up the machine to the TV to see if it works? No. Will she open just one of the bunch of software titles that have been arriving for my review? No. Does she understand the pop-culture significance of the moment? Perhaps. But she will not touch the thing until I get back. In her own words: "It will take me forever to hook up and figure out and I got shit to do!"

Dear Kotaku readers, I ask you, would your spouse have a similar reaction? Would the Xbox just sit in your living room or would your better half pounce all over it?