Imagine that racetrack in Texas where all the flood-damaged cars were consolidated after Hurricane Harvey—I’m thinking that number of decrepit Jeeps.

Why would he? He’s already fucked her and the rest of the internet-using world (save for the telecom CEOs who are giddy over all this).

I guess Hulkenberg can’t operate the KERS on the car without assistance from his ginormous dick. /sarcasm

Oh dear God, that Spoon NSX is perfect. Thank you for this, and I’m saving every one of these photos.

Can anyone hazard a guess as to why there are two sets of hood-pins?

This is my favorite comment of this whole fucking night.

I don’t care on what article this appears, I’m going to star it.

PREACH.

I thought this morning was going to be the happiest I’d be about this horrid election (before today’s fresh hell came to pass), but the voters have spoken:

But the Alabama Supreme Court ruled against hanging onto ballot data for up to six months in anticipation of potential recounts and contention. Now that the (shudder) Democrat won, is that all out the window?

More nuance than I expected.

I am going to absolutely crank Ani DiFranco’s track “Hello Birmingham” in appreciation of them. I don’t even care that its tone doesn’t fit this moment.

This is exactly what I didn’t know that I needed to see. Thanks for the share, Stef.

For you.

Seconded. I really enjoyed seeing the interspersed shots of the tracks components on the mixer—a great way to show all the layers of work put in and keep the video visually varied.

I’m surprised you didn’t say it this way:

Wonderfully said. I’m just so sorry that it seems every facet of work/interests/life has these horrid expectations and additional work placed upon women in a given field—I read the final line and thought Oh, fuck, and it’s not any better in Meteorology, is it?

My first thought after suffering through all of those comments:

I want to scream at every single person there (save for the interviewer and the camera crew). I am quaking with rage right now.