Gleanings from a week’s worth of idle, non-productive scrolling. I waste time so you don’t have to!

Sheep sheep sheep!
They’re overruning the internet this week! First, a little known phenomenon—sheep cyclones (via towleroad):

I knew this year’s Republican field reminded me of something…

Particularly appropriate: Mitt as Mr. Howell, though Natalie Schafer must be rolling in her grave, having been possessed by Ron Paul… I bet Sarah’s steamed at having to be the Mary Ann… I would have made her the Ginger, but that’s just me. What do you think?

Did you see Colbert’s interviews with Maurice Sendak? Gorgeous:

And finally, (via the Huffington Post), kids get down and funky with Depeche Mode, and all fathers in America are simultaneously put to shame:

Have a good week!

PS. Starting P90X2. Revenge of the P90X. Don’t worry, I won’t go into the details this time. Suffice to say… ow. Medicine ball, how I hate thee.