Via Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal (which, really, you should be reading every day at this point) comes this take on soap operas.

When I wanted to become an actor, I remember being told that soap opera acting was pretty much the dregs of the community. But I don’t totally get why. Who wouldn’t want to have to pretend to be a normal human being in absurd situations, like finding out your mom was actually a velociraptor or opening your bedroom door to find your girlfriend has amnesia and thinks she’s married to a zombie? That’s pretty much Shakespearean, if Shakespeare were a room full of drunk monkeys with typewriters missing the “E” key.