Mickey: "What's a horse doing on a spaceship?"
The Doctor: "Mickey, what's pre-revolutionary France doing on a spaceship? Get a little perspective!"

We are quickly approaching the gloomy season here in Chicago, and few things combat six months of gray skies better than a deep, genuine belly-laugh. That said, here are some things that have been giving me a good chuckle lately:

Doctor Who: I'm rewatching the first and second seasons before moving into the newer episodes, and boy howdy, that quote above made me laugh so hard that I backed up the clip to watch it again. Netflix is my source for this particular brand of greatness right now, but I trust that you're resourceful enough to find it elsewhere if you don't already have a subscription.

The Oatmeal: By the time I got to the Juicy Fruit and LEGO memories comics, I could no longer contain my own joy. I had to dash into my brother's room in the middle of the night and force him to choke back laughter with me. I'm not even going to link to those things because I want you to stumble around for yourself for a while.

Hyperbole and a Half: I fell in love with the "Alot" post months ago, but it wasn't until this week that I added the site to my Morning Reads folder in Firefox. Two other favorites thus far: "The God of Cake" and "This Is Why I'll Never Be an Adult."

Compulsive habits I've outgrown:

• catch seven drops of water from the showerhead after bathing
• count every stair and skip one if necessary to maintain an odd number of steps
• keep a written log in my nightstand to evenly distribute bed-sharing rights to each stuffed animal

On-going quirks:

• eat seven French fries with a fast food meal
• organize sock drawer, closet, and bookshelves by color
• straighten pictures, notes, pens, staples, magnets, books, etc.
• count to eight over and over again to overcome anxiety in public restrooms
• wash my hands three times every hour

That last one is a lie. I plan to add to this over time.

I am sharing my bed with two-thirds of the dirty clothes I've accumulated in the last six weeks. If only I could get Mt. Laundry to snore, I could pretend to have and cuddle with a half-ton boyfriend.