Merry Easter, everyone! 1,970 years ago (or thereabouts) a man died, then undied, all so he could bring you the Good News. Based on the traditions that have built up around the event, that news appears to have been, “Hey guys, a rabbit hid a bunch of boiled eggs in your lawn.” Of course, if you don’t manage to find them all on Easter morning, this becomes very Bad News a few weeks later.
Incidentally, since my new-ish job duties are basically expending all my game blogging energy, I hope you don’t mind if I start writing about less specifically game-oriented things here. (Of course, the weekly articles will still be game-y, because there’s no place for gently-used games journalism on 1UP.) If you do mind, please let me know. Not that I intend to change my habits or plans because of a couple of disgruntled people, but this way I will know who to be watching for when I compulsively look over my shoulder in paranoia.