I just got out of a two-hour conference call that made me want to tear my hair out.  I need something to lighten my mood.  So...

Last week, as a result of playing Kingdom of Loathing, Boyfriend and I discovered this website:  Roy Orbison in Clingfilm .  That's right. It's a guy who writes stories about Roy Orbison wrapped in clingfilm. We only read one ("Roy in Clingfilm in Space") because Boyfriend was rather traumatized, but...wow. It's, like, the most bizarre fetishizing I've read, as there's nothing even vaguely sexual, the author just...enjoys the thought of wrapping Roy Orbison in clingfilm. Observe:

I retrieve some cling-film from the Clingfilm Stowage Compartment where several hundred of the translucent rolls of joy glint softly in the cabin lights.

Roy Orbison unbuckles from his seat and floats out into the middle of the cabin, his black clothing billowing about him in the zero gravity like the folds of some black cloth manta ray. 'Commence,' he says.

I won't give away the surprise twist ending, but let's just say, if you're intrigued by the thought of wrapping Roy Orbison in clingfilm, it will definitely delight and satiate you.  When you read the stories, and you will read the stories, picture Dieter from Sprockets as the author, reading it aloud to you.  That makes it all the more delectable.