This gif is bonkers and perfect and I’m absolutely stealing it.

I had a boss like that a few years ago, who’s thankfully transferred to another state. He creeped me out - it was like he could allllmost get the tone and inflection right in his voice, but his expressions were never quite there. Dead eyes. He spoke very animatedly to a group of us when I first started with the…

I worked with a lady who had no kids but was obsessed with Disney’s version of Winnie the Pooh. Clothes, tattoos, desk knick knacks, the works. I don’t get it, but she’s not hurting anyone, so I say: Disney fans, you do you. Lord knows I have my dorky pop culture obsessions.

I can’t watch vids at work, but... “Why couldn’t she have been the fish part on top and the lady part on the bottom?!” Oh Fry, you’re so lovably disgusting.

“Hard sci-fi” got a smile from me - have you seen Party Down?

Rom, please marry me and make me the happiest girl on earth.

He really is a leader!

Plus, come on, this is Rom Romberts. This is what he or she does.

I rarely say this, but I’m saying it now: perfect gif. I’m cackling just like that witch.

It is fascinating and awful, yeah! In one case in my family, a white woman married a black man and they had two daughters. One married a black man, and was forever after listed in governmental records as mulatto. The other married a white man and was always called white after marriage. Both had interchangeably been…

Getting a real Old Johnny Galecki vibe from that Saget pic.

I retain no memory of Phenomenon except that I think it has a vaguely Flowers-For-Algernon kind of plot, but I still remember that my dad whisper-singing with total clarity :)

Doing genealogy as a hobby, I’ve discovered many of my white Michigan relatives comfortably intermarried with Middle Eastern immigrants up until about the 1950s. Then it seemed to drop off the map again. Just an anecdotal aside, I suppose, but it seems not to have caused as much of a stir as, say, my white relatives…

Even though you clearly said from The Sound Of Music, I immediately pictured Rolf from the Muppets. Which is one of the more absurd mental pictures I’ve had today. Thanks!

My dad likes to tell people how, when I was eight, I told him the trick to singing well was to turn the radio up juuust loud enough to drown yourself out. Glad to see I’m not alone!

High five, corgi-leg sister! I have uniformly stumpy proportions. The only thing that’s made me feel better is since I’ve been rock climbing, they’ve become SHAPELY stumpy corgi legs.

I’m 34, and I’ve owned exactly one pair of heels higher than kitten heels. I finally gave up on them 6 months ago and gave them to Goodwill. I still hobble around like an idiot in them. Doesn’t help that I’m required to wear flat heels on the job, so I never get a chance to practice!

I still haven’t actually heard it, so every time I see the title referenced, I automatically think of the Lionel Ritchie song, for better or worse.

Plus, if Tom were spending time with Suri, Scientology reps would be planting countless stories in the tabs about it. The cult’s silence speaks volumes here to me.

My toddler is very into “ice skating” right now, which means twirling on the linoleum in her socks. Can cosign this.