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In Transition

Back in July, I decided to use my newly acquired professional certification to start searching for jobs elsewhere. I applied for jobs throughout Virginia, North Carolina, California, and various other places. (When I’m angry, I get shit done.) Within a few weeks of sending applications, universities throughout Virginia were asking to interview me. It was a bit of a slap in the face – to be professionally valued is unfamiliar to me. I interviewed at Virginia Commonwealth University on the way to the Outer Banks to camp with friends by myself, and within a week they offered me a position.

A month later (and one week ago yesterday), I moved away from Harrisonburg, which is where I’ve spent much of my adult life, to Richmond, Virginia. Honestly, almost everything has fallen into place perfectly. We found an apartment right away. We were able to schedule the POD knockoff so that I had a few days off work to pack, move, and unpack. A few days wasn’t enough, but you know.

On top of this, in August my partner in crime was injured (I saw bone) while we were hiking only four days after his car broke completely. So here I am in Richmond, on day four of a new job, trying (successfully, I must say…but that’s because I’m not driving much) to be a one-car family while the gent searches for a job and a new automobile.

I’m now in day four of a new job, and it’s bizarre: I feel like I know what I’m doing, and like other people KNOW I know what I’m doing. How has it taken eight years since college to get to this point? Oooohhh, right. Liberal arts major. And no, I don’t want to talk about what I’m doing. It doesn’t make for a catchy soundbite, but it pays the bills.

Needless to say, I’ve fallen behind on my writing. I feel it every day, but I’m exhausted mentally and emotionally. American Horror Story started yesterday, and The Walking Dead begins on Sunday. I’m genuinely hoping to write recaps, if not weekly then at least occasionally. We’ll see how it goes.

I’ll be dragging the dude to see Gone Girl with me. I’m stoked for a bunch of other movies this fall. Frankly, though, my musings on media have fallen by the wayside in this transition – which is a close second, in terms of upheaval, to moving out to Virginia in the back of a friend’s pickup during the recession with no job and two cats. I don’t want to lose the writing part of me, the part that takes pleasure in analysis and media, and I don’t intend to; my break may just be longer than I’d hoped.

In other news, this is the view from the park a block away from my new apartment.

From Jefferson Park, the city looks calm. You can see the building where I work in the right of the frame.

From Jefferson Park, the city looks calm. You can see the building where I work in the right of the frame.

You guys, I feel like such a grownup right now. It’s really disconcerting. A little bit sad. But mostly exciting.

Musing on Mad Men, movies, & being a real adult

I’m studying for an exam that’ll take place on Thursday (May 15), so my recap for this week’s episode of Mad Men, “The Runaways,” will be bundled into the next week’s piece. But I wanted to write a listicle of sorts, punctuated with exclamation points! Because this week’s episode deserves some !!!.

– Betty Draper is more of a teenager than her daughter! (Also, doesn’t want to be a Stepford wife for actual.)

– A threesome is pretty much never the answer, Megan!

– “It’s a nose job, not an abortion!”

– Holy 2001: A Space Odyssey references!

– A nipple in a box! (!!!)

– “This is the Final Solution.” What you did there, I see it, Stan.

– Did pregnant Stephanie’s craving for steak remind anyone else of Rosemary’s Baby? At least Megan cooked her a medium-well done hunk of meat instead of searing a rare one.

– “I have a stomachache all the time.” 🙁

– Phillip Morris is back in the picture!

– “Scout’s Honor” actually makes me feel kind of sorry for Lou!

Aside from Mad Men, Game of Thrones, Revenge, and Hannibal, I’ve also started tentatively watching Don’t Trust the B*%&$ in Apt 23. So far, fun and funny. Also, I haven’t been writing about them, but I’ve seen quite a few movies in the last few weeks. More lists because it’s easy:

Frozen: cute, but not mind-blowing. I adored The Princess and the Frog, so it isn’t just being an Old that left me with so-so feelings on Frozen. The characters are pretty static and the music felt a little jumbled. (I know, I know: blasphemy.)

Noah: I need a re-watch. This shit was bizarre. I’m agnostic, I don’t know the Bible at all, and I saw it with two (largely) nonpracticing Mennonites, a nonpracticing Quaker, and a nonpracticing Catholic. Nobody was entirely sure what to do with it. Mostly: a waste of a brilliant cast on poor performances, but what a pretty movie. I expected more from Aronofsky, but I have a feeling it’ll grow on me.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier: It’s a downright angry NSA allegory, and the graphics are gorgeous. Totally enjoyable and definitely better than the first.

Grand Budapest Hotel: gorgeously curated, meticulously crafted, hilariously acted. I’m a sucker for Wes Anderson’s particular breed of quirk and this one is grotesque and odd (in that Eastern European way) on top of the usual idiosyncrasies. A winning combination.

The Amazing Spider-Man 2: Mehh. It has some serious pacing issues, and I don’t think Andrew Garfield is as funny as he thinks he is. I’m not familiar with the books, but I know the basic mythology, and some of the changes they’re making aren’t sensible. Dane DeHaan is great, and the sound design and graphics are magnificent.

Lastly, HBO is airing The Heat right now and I thought it’d be kind of terrible, but my thoughts are as follows: Melissa McCarthy is a goddamn genius.

Send me good vibrations on Thursday, okay? I’ll need them.