The Rabbit Hole

I was going to try and post something less discursive and less depressing after my last navel-gazing post (it's not truly navel-gazing if you don't link to it!). One the one hand, I will succeed in being succinct. On the other, finding out that Channing Tatum is the person of interest to star in the already unnecessary remake of The Crow is about as depressing a news story as I could think to come across today. Forget it, starving kids in Somalia, your suffering is not as great as mine (and JESUS CHRIST, I AM KIDDING, OKAY?).

I will warn you that there is a picture of Channing Tatum holding a cock in that link, though it's not as NSFW as you'd think from that description.

I don't...I can't even...my brain won't...

Just....WHAAAAAAT?

My brain is seriously seizing up every time I try work out whether this is AWESOME or just cracktacular. I can't decide! It's so hilariously random, I want to laugh, but something keeps making me just go O.O with awe at the same time. It's available on a shirt, and part of the split in my cranium is probably due to me thinking "That would be hilarious to wear around" and "OMG I WOULD KILL MYSELF WITH MY OWN NERDINESS IF I EVEN BOUGHT THAT SHIRT, MUCH LESS WORE IT."

wwwwwwwwhhhaaaaaaaaaaaat?

He what?

I slept in this morning because I killed myself yesterday working and this is what I've woken up to. I'm beginning to wonder if it isn't the first terrible clue that this is all a dream.

And if it is a dream, er, I hope it's not the kind related to my first Etsy purchase. (For viridian--sorry, it got buried in Twitter.)