Here’s the thing. I’m not into all snark, all the time, no matter how “funny” said snark may be. So I tend to avoid sites that make that their calling card, like Gawker and Wonkette. It’s not that I don’t have a sense of humor. It’s not that I never make with the snark myself — believe me, I do. It’s just that when that’s your only game, I get worn out quick. Swimming in your insecurities is like trying to keep afloat in a vat of quicksand — tiring, and I could use a hot bath afters.

Oh, wait. Was that snarky? Begging your pardon.

Anyway, that’s why I tend to pass on You Knit What?, a gallery of pointing and laughing at the Worst Knitting Patterns In The Universe, past and present. Sure, the patterns are funny. Personally, I engage in a lot of “WTF?” when I pick up new knitting magazines. But it’s in the privacy of my own home, see. That’s the difference. I had my fill of “Oh. My. God. What. Is. She. Wearing?!” in high school.

Nonetheless, someone somewhere will point to You Knit What? and I’ll go back for a few, take three bites, and leave again. Such was the case today when I found this:

Yeah.

I’m torn between “Yeah, I can get behind that” and “Poor little dude.” Conflicted, even.

Yeah.