Week in Review: 11.20.15

Due to the tragic events in Paris last Friday, I skipped the Week in Review post. I want to say something about it; offering prayers feels lazy. Lamenting the state of the world feels very “You want it to be one way, but it’s the other way.” Beyond sadness for the lives lost, I’ve got nothing. Guess we can file that under “Ugh Shit” for the week.

Dope Shit
My friends. They’re amazing. Even when I’m illogical and exaggerating. They know how to get me together without shattering my large male ego.

I worked on the book last week! Edited about 17 posts. I realized I was much smarter and clearer at 27 than I am now. I’d like to be 27-year-old me when I grow up. But less broke.

Because I’m a Marvel junkie, I’m hype to start Jessica Jones on Netflix tomorrow.

Ugh Shit
When did I become such a mindless driver?! You don’t want to know how much money I’ve spent this month in traffic court and parking ticket fees. It’s a slap in the face to get out of my head and pay attention to what the hell I’m doing.

Peyton Manning. I’m ready for it to be over. Give me the tearful speech at the podium and ride off into the sunset. Or an offensive coordinator job at the University of Tennessee.

White Americans long for the 1950s, when they didn’t face so much discrimination. Go home, white people. You’re drunk.

A friend of mine recently asked if I was into Bryson Tiller and I responded that I don’t enjoy “nasal situationship R&B.” I’m so tired of men in skinny jeans singing falsetto subtweets about the women who didn’t wait for them to stop whoring. You can either sing from your gut about not being shit or falsetto sing about how amazing I am. But you don’t get to demand one-sided monogamy through your nose, dawg.

Dope Reads
President Obama and Bill Simmons: The GQ Interview
“Or maybe [Aaron] Rodgers in the pocket, in the sense of you can’t be distracted by what’s around you, you’ve got to be looking downfield. And I think that’s a quality that I have—not getting flustered in what’s around me.”

HitFlix Review: Michael B. Jordan stands tall with Rocky’s help in the excellent ‘Creed’
“Whatever I expected from what is, technically speaking, the seventh film in the ‘Rocky’ series, it wasn’t this, and I suspect that both Jordan and writer/director Ryan Coogler are going to be very busy once people see what they’ve done here. It is far better than it needs to be, far better than I expected it to be, and far better than any franchise deserves this far into it.”

Thought Pills (On Medium): Let’s stop this personal growth porn
“You need time to experience things. And only by experiencing things will you be able to grow as a person. You won’t grow as a person by reading books. Or blog posts. Or watching videos. As a matter of fact none of this will help you at all.”

Dope Sounds
“Standin’ on Ferraris” – The Game featuring Puff Daddy (he went back to “Puff,” right?)
You can’t go wrong with a BIG “Kick in the Door” sample, but The Game does it justice. Almost as much justice as he does boxer briefs.

Speechless (album) – Sebastian Mikael
I’m a year late to this album. I was a huge fan of the lead single, “Last Night,” but didn’t know the entire album jammed so much. Thankfully, it’s not #NasalSituationshipRNB.

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