Lick, lick, lick!
Sometimes when I'm at work and Kurt is not, he emails me these random, 30 second videos from the homefront. Often they feature his solo dance performances held in our living room before of an audience of two blinking dogs. One time, there was a video portraying Harold's innermost thoughts, set to the theme song from Twin Peaks. Here is my new favorite. Harold's bewilderment just tears me.
Quick tour: That is our crumpled couch. That is a print of Valles Marineris, the great canyon on Mars. The plant you see no longer exists because I killed it.