Help

I had a really awesome post in mind… and I procrastinated on it.  Then I had another cool idea to talk about, and then my roommate said we had a recording of an Adventure Time episode we’d been waiting for, so that post also got put off.  And so I was going to go for my old standby of quick but awesome poetry, but then I realized my brain was fried.  So then I thought about telling a cock-and-bull story about why I’m not giving you something good, but once again, my brain is fried.  I would ask for your understanding and forgiveness, but something more pressing occurs to my mind, and it’s not something I know how to solve for myself, but maybe you can:

Why is a raven like a writing desk?  Freaking Lewis Carroll.