When I'm sad

I always have somewhere to turn for a pick-me-up.

In the beginning, there was Hamsterdance:

And lo!, the eternal comfort of the glow worm:

(prominently posted in my office)

Then, this telling of the End of the World made my life seem just a little bit better:

The End of the World

But now...but NOW, there's:

Go Fug Yourself

Thanks, girls! You nasty bee-yotches totally make my day!

And if that doesn't work, then the last resort is food porn. (Not porny food or porn with food. Food porn is kind and pure and good for the soul, you dirty guttersnipes.) Looking at beautiful pictures of food I would like to eat (you know, aspirational food, which I guess is in many ways like real porn, so, hence the name) solves many, many ills.