It's Friday afternoon, and you're roaming the overwhelmingly beige corridors of news and commentary on the Internet, hoping to find something, anything colorful enough to prevent your mind from falling asleep. Everywhere you look, it's the same dull coterie of people doing the same dull things, to the point where you feel your thoughts are just winding down one long rut forged by boredom–and that reading yet another Britney Spears joke/item would make the rut so deep you would never be able to climb out.
Then you unexpectedly come across the news that Isabella Rossellini is dressing up like various bugs and making a series of comedic short films about the way that insects have sex. What? Yes. Also, there are pictures.
Isabella Rossellini is now your de facto hero.
Short of Leonardo Di Caprio dressing up like a slab of ore and making an educational documentary about the extraction of metallic iron, or maybe Hal Holbrook doing a video short about the post office and depression while wearing a giant envelope costume and crying, or, I don't know, Amanda Bynes dressing up like George Washington (but with a wig made of cotton candy) and starring in a commercial for a funeral home, I can't think of a weirder juxtapostition of ideas than this one. Good work, Isabella Rossellini.