Italian cars should have Roman numerals.

Closest I can find to the Fast and Furious Shift Pattern

It should be noted, as seen in the last bit of the Best of Jenna Maroney video, Jane Krakowski’s delivery of the line “Goodbye forever you factory reject dildoes.” is great. It kills me every time. (skip to 9:30)

Oh, geez! At least there were no children on the bus!

I can only argue with one point–Liz Lemon is solidly Gen X.

I think what would be infinitely more interesting (and valuable in understanding the recent bubble that’s been building this past decade) would be a graph charting the prices on the used market. Frankly, anyone with a lunch break and access to usinflationcalculator.com could have put this together.

Of course all of that PFAS fire foam leaches straight into our ground water and no one is responsible. Hurray cancer!

I can just hear the voices of the officials watching this demonstration:

Trouble
Right here in River City
With a capital T and that rhymes with P and...

I see that the Doors’ “Peace Frog” is included on the soundtrack here, but in my memories of FM radio, the DJ would have let the following tune, “Blue Sunday,” play out as well, in much the same way that FM radio frequently paired the Moody Blues’ “Nights in White Satin” with “Late Lament” (aka “Breathe Deep”). It…

Natasha brings up how Clint was sent to kill her but made a different call. I still want to see a movie called “You and I Remember Budapest Very Differently” done Rashmon style with Barton, Natasha, and Phil Coulson debriefing from the mission.

Sorry I’m just not buying it. It’s probably a fine car, but there’s nothing special about a 2.0 turbo 4 banger. If you want a #28i BMW go for a 128 or an older 328 (especially in E91 wagon form if you can find one). Now there’s a real future classic - last of the N/A inline 6s that BMW has a reputation for.

I was in agreement up until you mentioned Mister Boombastic. There is only one, and will only ever be one, Mister Boombastic.

a pinball warlock, a vigilant straightener of stacked freesheet newspapers at the train station, the original Mister Boombastic, a daredevil chopper pilot, a three-time kidney donor (don’t ask), a five-time SNL host, a Juggalo jigolo, an effervescent after-dinner speaker, a man who ain’t afraid of no ghost, the man,…

an award-winning phlebotomist, forty percent zinc by weight, paddled all the way up the Mississippi, smarter than the average bear, expert in Roman military history, Hayley Atwell’s godfather, more human than human, transparent to radio emissions, knows where missing socks go, immune to lava, and caught the silver…

Now that he can take a shower, I hope he doesn’t get

“[...] a great reader, a taxidermist, skilled at braiding rawhide and horsehair, a solver of chess problems, a smith and metalworker, a collector of arrowheads (even fashioning arrowheads himself with greater skill than any Indian), a banjo player, a fine writer, a builder of hay-stacking beaver-slide derricks, a…

“The front fell off.”

Touch screens are the worst possible automotive interface. They require that you take your eyes off of the road for much longer than a system with dial. Screens are bad enough, touch screens are abhorrent and should not function while the car is in motion.