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Here’s the way it usually goes: around 9:30pm, I start to fade. I nod off for a couple of seconds, jerk back to life, realize it’s too early to go to bed, walk around the sofa a couple of times, and try to hold my head up until Adult Swim is underway. When I just can’t take it anymore, I’ll shuffle off to the bedroom, typically leaving the TV on. (It keeps the hounds company–though it may annoy the housemate.)

In the morning, I’ll stumble into the living room, coffee in hand, and flip to the local news, which I leave on mute for most of the time because it’s just so damn folksy and peppy. But this morning, my fingers were especially fat, and instead of going to the news, I went to the mildly bizarre LA-based ARTS Channel, which is kinda like MTV, but for weird art stuff. So instead of a couple of perky newscasters, I got this:

Which was perhaps better than the coffee at waking me up (seriously, Kiki of Montparnasse rules the school), but admittedly not what I’m used to at 6:41am.