When the going gets tough, the research gets half naked.

Back, and to the left.  Back, and to the left.  Back, and to the left.

There comes a time in the quest for truth when you just have to lean back from the screen and ask yourself "Did I just read the words 'Crotch Location Concern' while looking at a faceless chick in her underwear doing the PGF strut?  Shouldn't I maybe go outside and play catch with the kids or work in the garden or... or... ANY of those things I used to do?"  Science is a harsh mistress.