When I was in college, I went through a phase where I could zone out to pretty much anything: Music, drum circles, a blank wall, the pattern on a pair of patchwork pants that smelled like patchouli. You name it, I could dig it. Perhaps fortunately, gifs didn’t really exist when I was in college. Sure, we had the primitive 8-bit gifs that people could share via AOL Instant Messenger (for you kids, that was the way we talked to each other about old-timey things when the telegraph systems were down.) However, we didn’t have gifs like the ones today, which range anywhere from high resolution loops of Beyonce falling over at a concert to an endless cycle of clouds forming over a body of water. These repetitive masterpieces would have had me missing all of my college classes, even the ones that started after lunch.