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<p>No, this post is not about the <strong>PlayStation Move</strong>, but it is about moving. Cause that&#8217;s the reason I didn&#8217;t play any videogames yesterday. That&#8217;s right. Not a single one. Didn&#8217;t even end up busting out the Nintendo DS before the Sandman came to take me away. Oh wait&#8230;I did play the game of not having a heart attack after repeatedly climbing two sets of stairs with heavy boxes as Tara and I moved into our first apartment. I totally <em>beat</em> that game. Cause&#8230;I&#8217;m typing this post, see?</p>
<p>Anyways, we only brought over miscellaneous stuff at the moment. It&#8217;s going to be a piece-by-piece sort of move, as I still have my own studio and she&#8217;s still living at home with her folks until we get married. Which, amazingly, is happening one month from today. One&#8230;month. ONE MONTH. Trying not to freak out here. Deep breaths.</p>
<p>Want to see some more shots of our new, mostly empty pad? <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34393158@N02/sets/72157624965832786/">Check out Tara&#8217;s Flickr account then.</a></p>
<p>I&#8217;ll get back to videogame-related blathering soon, I promise. Visiting my folks for the weekend, which means packing up the Xbox 360. Tara hasn&#8217;t gotten to play <strong>Scott Pilgrim vs The World: The Game</strong> yet, and I now need help beating The Clash at Demonhead level. I&#8217;m even gonna be nice and let her play as Kim, as Scott&#8217;s move list has actually grown on me. I had to grind with him for a bit just to get past Lucas Lee on &#8220;Average Joe&#8221; difficulty. Tis a hard game. But if I can beat the no heart attack game, I can conquer this one for sure.</p>
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