Six things I miss about Minnesota.

I’m not especially homesick for Minneapolis, but there are things that I was sad to leave behind.

Getting back to the slack. Again.

I finished my contract at MGI today, which means that I finally have time to play games other than the one I’m working on.

Rise of the Machines.

My home is invaded.

Animal abuse.

I don’t want to turn the machine on and see a starving, dirty, neglected symbol of my inability to take care of another living thing. Even when that thing isn’t actually alive.

Tired old complaints about apartment living.

I think I finally understand why people buy houses.

Wipeout Pure vs. warm milk and a lullaby.

I spent an hour stumbling around in the dark, using the backlight on my iPod as a lamp while I rummaged around in the closet and tried to find my friggin’ flashlight. At least I knew where my hand-cranked radio was.

Come on, who doesn’t own a corkscrew?!

A few things I plan on keeping in mind the next time I invite people into my home.

Raindrops keep falling on my head.

Sudden warmth and a heavy snowpack lead to lots of water everywhere: lying in puddles on the curb, flowing down gutters, dripping from my goddamn kitchen ceiling.

Seriously, shut up about the moving already.

No, really, this is the last thing I’ll write about the whole moving-to-a-new-apartment thing. But first: pictures!

To a deee-luxe apartment in the sky. Well, on the second floor.

I signed a lease on a new apartment today.