An action-packed, very eventful weekend… I think I’ve just now recovered enough to attempt the journaling of it, in usual mediocre fashion.

Travis is off to the big city, whooooo hoooo! Brooklyn Stand Up! etc. etc. He, now alongside the other Symbol Force nerds set off to take over the Rails-powered new mediaverse, starting with a monster client… I’m not sure of disclosure agreements and things, so I’ll just say a pretty dang high-traffic, high-volume paparazzi upload hangout.. Best of luck homies, I’m certain you boys will rep it proper.

On Friday I officially accepted my position as Interactive Media Producer (at least I think that’s my title) – I think the most accurate description of this job is my dream job; or as close possible, considering my geographic family restrictions to the Richmond, Virginia area – which is somehow, the second time around, growing on me again. I didn’t think this incredible of a new media job opportunity would’ve surfaced in the area without being a little closer to DC/Northern Virginia. Again, a bit more credit to the area. So here goes nothin’. I’m stoked, and I don’t surf; therefore, try to avoid the usage of that word. However, to follow – I’m gonna go nuts trying to start the moving process in midst of all this jazz, posting up in RVA until I live anywhere that’s mine. And forget not this – I know myself pretty well, and I know I’m going to become completely absorbed in my new job. I’ll be spearheading the addition of interactive media offerings (rich media, user experience, interactive design structures) to this phenomenal HD production/post-production group in an effort to extend the capabilities of a true “interactive agency.” Good stuff, eh? 

To punctuate my super action hero weekend… A surprise Richmond visit from who other than… THE DEAN! Here were the high points…

• Oaked Arrogant Bastard (via the only keg in the state of Virginia)
• Tommyknocker Black Powder Stout
• Southampton Publik House IPA
• An outstanding bartender, with a phenomenal classic knowledge of GI Joe characters (more so Cobra than the Joes – but I’ll take it from my pint pusher)
• Dean’s homey telling me that he shoots in the 80s then realistically believing that I would play golf in their foursome… ROFLCOPTER, mate. That’s just not how I roll.