Last weekend, someone asked me a surprisingly interesting and complicated question: what is a normal day like for you. It’s not surprisingly interesting or complicated because of the answer. A normal day for me is pretty much the same as a normal day for everyone else: I sit in front of a computer for a bunch of hours, quietly wishing that the walls would catch fire and I would finally be freed from this mortal coil in the brightest immolation the world has ever seen, and when I’m done doing that, I watch a little bit of TV. Pretty typical stuff. But when you are asked the question what happens is that you start to go over your days, and all of the small variations and tiny pleasures, the things that you kind of glossed over or took for granted or sometimes even just wholesale forgot in your rush to paint your life as some kind of bland bean burrito of an existence, just a long, bland tube down which your life slides like so much beans, they pop up. Suddenly you feel like it’s difficult to describe what a normal day is like because that one normal day was punctuated by a surprise lunch with a friend you hadn’t seen for months, and another normal day was capped with a trip to the museum even though you hate museums but in this instance it was fun to change up your routines and see something different and afterwards you had a glass of sparkling wine on the roof. What even is a normal day, you start to think. From the inside they all seem normal, but from the outside, when you are actually paying attention, they are anything but. I feel like that is Keanu Reeves’s face in these pictures. It all kind of mushes together until you remember that actually, you hung out with Jackie Chan on Wednesday and he made you hold stuffed panda bears so that he could post the photos to his Facebook wall, and although at the time you might have been loathe to admit it, you actually had a lot of fun and you and Jackie promised that you would call each other more often. (Via BestRoofTalkEver.)