**_Weird Era Cont._** / As MOVE Magazine hurdles ever closer to its 10th anniversary, it’s had some rather abrupt and inadvertent blows to the head over the last few weeks. The former MOVE editor, the ever-wonderful Natalie Cheng, had to unexpectedly resign and leave a gaping hole in the heart of MOVE. It’s like that kind of situation that’s only hypothetically asked during a fancy job interview: “How would you handle the sudden departure of an editor that’s vital to the paper?” And it’s not like there’s a line of qualified editors hanging outside The Maneater offices waiting for Editor-in-Chief Travis Cornejo to come hand-pick one of them for the job. The bosses didn’t have to necessarily start from scratch to find a replacement, but this weird turn-of-events definitely sent just about everyone on a head-scratching loop.

Fast-forward a week or two and suddenly I’ve somehow became the new editor of MOVE. How the hell did this happen? I feel like I was going in for the first kiss on the first date with that cute girl, and then suddenly we’re both naked in bed. If I was ever going to be an editor it was supposed to take a lot longer than this. I mean, how did some random pop-culture columnist become the editor of the whole magazine? Well, at least as far as I can tell, I was just in the right place at the right time and said the right things to the right people.

So, this is my first solo issue of MOVE, and I’m trying my best to live up to what Natalie was doing, which is to say strike a good balance between local coverage and the wonderful world of pop-culture that’s constantly invading all of our lives. I’ve had a lot of much needed help on the road to mastering the reigns of MOVE editor, especially from the always delightful production-design team. There’s an unusually good mix of people helping me out this semester with MOVE, so look for some new, slick alternative coverage and covers to start popping up throughout the coming semester.

So, in this odd transitory era of MOVE, I hope that you guys, the readership, stick along for this weird, culture-filled ride.