It's the little things here. I don't have my routine down yet: I used to sit in front of the monitor, hit keys and click unconsciously for a few seconds and then awaken perched upon my leatherette barstool, pint of honey brown ale in hand. It's the different placement of buttons, and the off-kilter asscrack in my stool- but time will solve this.
Besides, I hated the Alamo. There, I said it. I hated the format. Thanks, Noles, for keeping the ball rolling, and let's all keep a stiff upper lip and all that, but it's like camping. Great to be in the woods, seeing nature, breathing in the fresh air and quiet, but after a week what really turns my crank is a 3 hour bath, a decent Shanghai deluxe pizza, a DVD with some dirty scenes in it, and a warm bed with clean sheets.