For cases such as these, the trifecta of (at turns) taking to my bed, taking medicine, and taking a dose of laughter help alleviate the torture.
Here are a few things I've found recently that help with the laughter portion of that prescription:
Women's Porn. Totally safe for work. But you're on your own with explaining why you're laughing.
The Tale of Snow White and the Very Angry Dwarf. No pictures, just a funny and well-told story by
rachelmanija about an experience with theatre. She tells a couple of additional theatre stories after this one that are also terrific if you want to dig further into her LJ. (I've recommended her memoir All the Fishes Come Home to Roost before, but no harm in mentioning it again, right?)What Shamu Taught Me About a Happy Marriage. I believe it's time that a word is invented in English that describes the sensation of being equal parts amused and appalled. I've experienced that sensation more and more as I've coasted around the internet; people really are amazing. Anyway, whatever that word will be, all I can ask is that it's better than "blog" (such a terrible word, "blog". Bleh.) This Shamu story is the embodiment of that to-be-invented word. (Appused? <--no, that's too similar to "accused". Amalled? <-- no, that's got to be for something like getting sucked into spending time at a mall for several hours more than your worst nightmares would ever envision. Hmmm....more thinking is required here. Just not today.)
And finally, a YouTube link that is safe for work, sorta': Minnie Mouse Sex Scandal. How unsurprised am I that this took place in France? Which is not to say I couldn't see it happening elsewhere, it's just that it's so *perfect* that it took place in France, somehow.
