Okay, so shit's getting better. One tiny bit at a time. First, with the awesome death of the pillars. Then Sunday, J.R. and I went to see Cop Out, which was pretty fucking funny. And I'm not just saying that because I have an irrational love of all things Kevin Smith (though I do, and I have the copy of Catch and Release to prove it). He didn't write this one, but you can still see his hands all over it. It's a pretty light flick, but it's a perfect popcorn movie -- lots of '80s music, funny inside jokes, an homage or two. Good times.
In addition, I recovered from the bad music vibes of last week with two excellent CDs: The XX (which I discovered with the help of the Apolo Ohno commercial and J.R.), and Raising Sand (which I didn't discover, I've just been waiting to buy it since, I don't know, forever). They are two completely different discs, but I love them both, and they make my commute marginally better, except for the part where the giant truck tries to shave off some of my already fucking small vehicle. Then I have to listen to something loud and angry and gesticulate wildly.