Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

The Chicagoist family grows and changes just like any other family, except usually not as a result of sex (unless you're kind of hot and good with Moveable Type). Anyway, we're a family, or something—maybe more of a wandering street gang, but still, it's close-knit gang that sometimes drinks together and IMs a lot. We're welcoming a bunch of new recruits right now, and we'll have a more detailed run-down of their dilly-os next week. For now, though, it's time for this little birdie to bid the nest adieu.

Guhwah? Yeah, I'm sorry, Internet, but today is my last day at Chicagoist. See that? I'm already writing in the first person again. It's going to take some getting used to. I'm departing the noble ranks of the –ist family not because I'm tired of weather jokes or lewd punch lines (like that could ever happen) but because I got a job where I'll actually have to work during the day instead of surf the internet. But fret not; it's a cool job and I'm hugely excited. I'm off to Time Out Chicago, where I'll get to write about TV to my heart's content, take my cable bill as a tax deduction, and never ever feel guilty for staying home to watch Degrassi. I will of course remain a loyal fan of my beloved Chicagoist, so keep an eye out in the comments.