Here's a cartoon that I stole from the New Yorker (who appear to have unilaterally cancelled my digital subscription, so I'm not much inclined to play by the rules). It's by Farley Katz. (Go buy something of his.) I keep looking at it and grinning.
I find that I'm in the mood for something like this, something insane and slightly dangerous--but recoverable from. You ever feel like that?