Jimmy Labatt My dad used to work for Philips selling light bulbs. One night he brought home a CD-i he'd borrowed. I remember how stoked we were that we were going to play a new Zelda game (we both loved playing the NES version together). We played for about ten minutes, then my dad gets off the couch without a word, turns it off, boxes up the machine and drives it back to the office. It was 10:00 p.m.