Highly parenthetical and linkified, an update

So I’m sitting in my room in Bellinger (which sounds an awful lot like Hellinger, I keep thinking to myself), listening to what could become my first official summer album (details later, a few more listens needed) and feeling very thirsty, for all the beverages I’ve purchased for myself tonight are in another room, one with a refrigerator. Which is to say, I’m quite incredibly bored (and this chair I’m sitting on is quite incredibly uncomfortable).

It’s still good to be back at Chautauqua, though, and I got a taste today of how this summer will be significantly different than the last two. That’s a good thing. Plus, though I thoroughly enjoyed being a complete bum for the past two weeks or so, it feels good to have work to do again, work that earns me a paycheck at the end of the day. Now for the final three months (hopefully) of a grueling job search (a position of interest from a few months ago has reopened, too).

(That job search, by the way, has led me to block everyone from seeing Facebook photos tagged of me. Is this too much? Should I really be afraid? Probably and probably not. I do have a propensity for, after a few drinks, doing everything but smile at cameras pointed in my direction. This might be something I reconsider in the coming days and weeks. Maybe after the Daily interns get to know me, so they don’t think I’m an idiot from just looking at my photos. Ugh, Facebook just adds so much virtual drama to every social situation. And yes, I realize that those photos of me are still out there — they’re just a little harder to find now.)

I will, however, miss watching the Yanks almost every night. They lost this evening (thanks for the six walks, Andy); I blame my absence. Oh, and I’ll have to keep up with Conan on Hulu from now on, which I’ll gladly do if The Tonight Show continues to be as good as its first two episodes. This missed TV should, though, give me more time for the reading I’ve put off since last summer (apologies to Rand and Steinbeck, among others).

In other, brief news: this is mind-numbingly brilliant, creepy and April Fools joke-like all at the same time; how does this even happen?; this is absolutely incredible (really? on an iPhone?); this is the best movie I’ve seen this year (animation no less, and from the only studio that seems to have original ideas any longer), and the critics seem to agree; I haven’t watched this in more than three weeks and I’m starting to feel a bit empty inside; I will never get sick of this place; and I still miss the people from this place.

Twelve days ’til the interns arrive!