Yeah, they're clearly laughing their asses off. From NYT, five days ago:

Thanks for the background, Jamie. I think my admiration for Trumbull just went up a notch or two.

Uncork the Akvavit and bust out the lutefisk. I'm on my way...

So his girlfriend/sister took this photo?

Denmark. The Quiet Country.

Loops, barrels, Immelmanns...too cool.

Fuck the tree house, salvage the tree. Maybe someone should build a latrine in this guy's bedroom.

I'm wondering, and maybe a Gizzer knows:

My future wife's first gift of jewelry was a moldavite/sterling silver ring (it works, she's a redhead) we found at Dave's in Evanston, IL. Lovely, unusual color.

Aw, now wait just a cotton-pickin' minute.

Absolutely elemental. That good old man turned into a teenager when he experienced again his primal human passion: music.

Clive comes through again.

Oh Lord, the memories. The Bell Telstar was my very first phone in my first apartment on Main Street in Ann Arbor. I should try to find one on Ebay or something...

"...amazingly, independent of one another across the globe..."

He's a Brit. So Marty should really be the Official Tester...

"...nobody can take more than 45 minutes alone in the room before they go nuts."

Nope. Sorry.

No sweat, Klic. We Ferraristas stick together.

A beautiful little piece. I've got a surround system plugged into the home 'puter here, and this was a great recording. Lapriore delivered the full frequencies of these beasties, from intake hiss to exhaust growl.

Nice post, but I think you meant "waning" power. To wax is to increase. To wane is to decrease. As in waxing and waning moon.