@Elhigh: Hugely entertaining on long, straight interstate drives. Bonus if it's combined with cylinder deactivation notification.

@TurboBrick [LIGIER]: Word. This feature actually prompted a new car purchase just before my son was born.

Doing the dishes after Thanksgiving dinner generally means being left alone in the kitchen with the rest of that bottle of wine AND getting first crack at the desserts.

Worst by design: Tie between a Dodge Nitro rental car and the '78 Volare (whoa-ho) I inherited from my grandmother. Both were underpowered and felt unsettled traveling at moderate speeds in a straight line.

@Ad Astra: You have NEVER picked a kid up from kindergarten or daycare. It's like trying to get your car out of impound. If the person in charge doesn't recognize you personally, they're going to check your ID against The List while another staffer stands nearby with "9-1" dialed. Same last name doesn't count for…

This is what happens when you hit into Karl Rove's foursome.

The iron-clad truth that the ability to recruit in Chicago is the key to basketball success is borne out by the absolute dominance of the juggernaut that is the UIC Flames.

@OneManShowdown: There's a law in Missouri that the words "Quinn Snyder" must be preceded by the words "Leaving a trail of slime and failure everywhere he goes"

I'm trying to figure out how you have a street race at 75th and Rt 59 in broad daylight on a Sunday. It's a suburban mall hell overrun with minivans and two of the more notoriously "revenue-sensitive" PDs in the Chicago suburbs.

I can relate to the guy with the Prius. I've rented a couple of GM cars with cylinder deativation. Nothing makes flat boring Midwestern interstate miles go by like trying to figure out the fastest you can go before all the cylinders kick back in.

If you've ever speculated that if it weren't for the ice, hockey fights wouldn't be a whole bunch of jersey grabbing interrupted by a few off-balance punches, there's your counter-argument.

Scottish. Either Mike Meyer as Mike Meyer's dad in "So I Married an Axe Murderer" or Begbie in "Trainspotting" depending on level of profanity needed.

I gotta say that I'm liking this series. It's what I like about gonzo journalism. The narrative style makes it seem like it's going to a point when it really isn't — not because of the writing, but because there just isn't some neat one-sentence lede you can pull out of the mess Jordan faced.

Get thee to a Korean restaurant for the pinnacle of egg-on-rice dishes: dol-sot bi-bim-bap. Rice, sliced veggies and marinated beef, topped with an egg, served in an insancly hot stone bowl. With a side of hot sauce. If they serve the egg raw, it cooks itself into the rice when you stir it up.

@brandegee:

@eenmijay: My parents made me take typing in high school. It was taught on actual typewriters. That and a couple of structural analysis classes are the stuff I use the most.

Wait. You mean that lens hoods have a purpose other than to enhance the apparent size of your lens?

@Pixel: Big sign on the onramp at 1 that read "Exit to 2 Prohibited." Station a Revenue Generation Unit on the shoulder of offramp 2. Profit.

Two stand out, one high-speed, one low speed.

@crazyjoedavola: Toss your cellphone in the air so it goes above the stall wall and triggers the motion sensor. Or get more fiber.