All I can hear when looking at that gif is the ominous sound of raptor talons clicking.

On the head: you hit it.

Where's my endoscope? I think I have a fever.

A couple of other ways in: 1) click the grey eye next to the magnifying glass (by your name), select blog view, and the link to G'think should appear in the right-hand sidebar, 2) just add groupthink/forum to the URL. So many secret passages; it's like Hogwarts in here!

I never mind when people respond hours/days later; it's so much better than being left hanging. But that may just be me.

Right in one! I forgot about the kitten thing, silly me. :)

I heartily endorse SuperStella's Hendricks recommendation. Tonic water and ice, plus a slice of cucumber for garnish. So refreshing (and not a hint of AquaNet, I promise!)

I just got a Pinterest invite last week and now I know what to do with it! Thank you! That leaf sculpture is incredible *bookmark*

I am so in love with your president; he is so swoon-worthy. Our prime minister has all the warmth and personality of a robot wearing a wig.

Not sure if you've already won your bet, but here's some info from "Preclinical Development Handbook: Toxicology" by Shayne C. Gad (2008, Wiley):

That. Is. Amazing.

Yeah, they've both got mucous coming out of both ends. The trouble is, flobberworms are relatively harmless; Rush (and this charming lady) patently are not.

It's amazing to watch people scrabble so relentlessly for a position on the wrong side of history, so long as it's a prominent, shouty-type position.

I'm sure the job offers will be pouring in from flobberworm Rush Limbaugh and his notorious faction of regressive idiots.

I'm sorry everything is so overwhelming right now. Hang in there, okay? Hope these ducklings having a paddle makes you smile.

Aw, thanks so much! I remember reading/hearing about Joplin — now that is scary. I can't imagine having storm warnings more than once a year, let alone several times (and seasons) a year. You stay safe out there! (knocks on wood too, just for extra luck).

Aaaand, just as I edited for my atrocious late-night grammar, the power went out. Hold me!

It is so windy here! I am nowhere near a tornado-prone area (I do hope you are all safe, any Jezzies who are) but I am still a wee bit scared. I may or may not be hiding under a blanket.

Mind = blown. What a wonderfully obscure fact; it's like hearing about how the Coen brothers were meant to be featured in some sort of carpeting magazine after "The Big Lebowski" came out ("It really tied the room together, man").

She is just the worst. And I refuse to believe there is any such thing as a Tweaton. Barf.