Why are there even five defined levels, when at least one of them doesn’t even exist on this Earth? My car is level eleventy billion and four autonomous, btw.

Same with my Cadillac, dumb car thinks I’m about to crash every time I back out of my garage.  It’s a stupid system, I’m glad it isn’t linked to the brake lines.

God dammit, this shit is going to kill someone. Autonomous cars? Fine, as soon as the tech is sufficient. But this semi-autonomous shit is dangerous. Either I am driving a car, or I am not. I do not wish to have an argument over who is driving my automobile at highway speed, not with a human, and goddamn sure not with…

We better start building that giant dyson bag

I have to give Google credit, six years is probably the longest time Google has supported a hardware product. Hell, longer than some software products too.

So... we should invade USA to stop coal and oil burning right?
Looks reasonable.

But invading such a large country would require the use of vast amounts of fuel for the ships, planes, and tanks required to get warriors and equipment to the battlefield. Where is the break-even point?

Wait. That salesman is Alexis Denisof, Wesley from Buffy/Angel. Right? 

You people are morons. Steve McQueen. Steve fucking McQueen: 2d OA at Sebring 1970 1964 ISDT

Awesome retro-callback.  I’m “all in” for a mash-up of “Wall Street” Meets “Hot Fuzz” set in the Investment Banking World of Canary Wharf circa 1988.  There will be car chases and Suspenders-with-Suits.  And, Timothy Dalton as the Evil LBO Specialist.

This is a crime against humanity, and no less.

Lifetime contacts wearer here: this is some bullshit scaremongering. Contacts are way less twitchy and way easier to deal with than everyone wants you to think. Here’s my experience. I’m pretty sure I’m statistically average here, because y’know, that’s what average means.

You’re right, the C5 hasn’t aged a day.

Ray Ratto thinks every time a team wants a play reviewed, it should have to pay $1 million in cash on the spot to a local charity, or take the call it got and shut up about it.

Hamilton is the test driver; when he’s not all dolled up for ‘gramming, he likes to let his #blessedfreakflag fly.

I’m not sure that I like it. It looks really small to me.

“HI, PHIL SWIFT HERE TO TELL YOU ABOUT THE MAGIC OF FLEX SEAL!”

That’s not true; I’ve already put in a request with our Chronographic Restitution Department, and they’ve agreed to credit your account seven extra minutes. You’re welcome.

When you see people line up for hours for shit like this, you realise just how many people don’t value their own time.

I also think that if you feel the need to argue with every comment disagreeing with your article, your article may not hold up in 20 years.