When the essay presses down like a hand

Last essay. Last essay. It's not that long - compared to some things I've written, it's barely an eyeblink - but mustering up enthusiasm to keep writing? Yeah, not so easy. Have some Light and Diverting Entertainment, for at times like this my brain gets all whimsical.

The Onion: Conceptual Terrorists Encase Sears Tower In Jell-o. ("Your outdated ideas of what terrorism is have been challenged," an unidentified, disembodied voice announces following the video's first 45 minutes of random imagery set to minimalist techno music. "It is not your simple bourgeois notion of destructive explosions and weaponized biochemical agents. True terror lies in the futility of human existence.")

Mark Twain: Fenimore Cooper's Literary Offenses. I imagine similar diatribes can (and have) been written about Dan Brown. Mark Twain got there first.

A Doctor Who sketch - "The Web of Caves" - by Mark Gatiss and David Walliams.
("I shall drain the world's oceans into the Earth's white-hot molten core and boil them away!"
"What for?"
"Power!"
"Power over what?"
"The sea!")

And a Mitchell and Webb sketch about writing...
("I mean, maybe it's not a shark but it's a squid, or a pebble, or a policeman...I mean, not them, none of them, but yeah?")