Man In The Mirror

Mirrorface: The look of coolness, focus and determination that appears on one's grill when in front of a mirror. A self-preservation technique in which one fantasizes about looking way better than they really do, usually occurring prior to a significant social outing.
Rick got suited up for a night out with his homies. Prior to his departure into the evening, he gave himself one final mirrorface. He knew he was ready to slay some hoes.

For the second time this week, I've been unwillingly up at the ass crack of dawn. It was another all-night coughing fit. My dad heard me in the middle of the night and told me to take Oxycodone and Robitussin, which, by the way, is a bizarre combination. I felt like I was sleeping in slow motion, if you can imagine that—I was consciously dreaming, but time felt completely nonlinear, and I kept imagining myself lifting cardboard boxes. OK, my acid trip is over, let's move on.

I'm not going to get into the Michael Jackson/Farrah Fawcett stories because I have nothing to say that hasn't been said. It's sad to have lost two American icons, however the coverage has been a little absurd the past few days, especially over the former. I'm curious as to what other world news has been neglected because of it. Also, American media has created such a tragic, one-dimensional view of death with our famous. These people have moved on and will now have their spirits celebrated for years to come. And I think that's nice.

Next: movies. I had really high expectations for Away We Go. The cast is excellent, it's directed by Sam Mendez and written by Dave Eggers (who I know is hot shit but haven't read him yet. I know, who am I?) It seems destined for "indie" rom-com greatness, don't you think? Just watch this:



Problem is all the best parts of the movie are already in the trailer. The story is underdeveloped, the acting is only mediocre and a good soundtrack seems to be what pushes the narrative forward. The film is watchable, even cute, but nothing original or life-changing. And I must express annoyance with John Krasinski, who I used to adore but now realize just plays variations of Jim in all his roles—this one being Slightly Alternative Jim.

So I'm in need of a laptop sleeve, and I've literally looked everywhere both in stores and online. I came across this and think it's adorable. But not for the $40 it would cost, include S&H. That's too much, right? Do I really need to make a statement with my computer protector? Because if I did, then I may have to go with this bad boy.

It screams, "Fuck with my laptop, and I'll char your fingers off!"

Knowing me, I'll probably grow impatient and just buy the first black sleeve I find. But until then, maybe I'll just keep my laptop in... a cardboard box (I am totally still tripping).


J.