I just had an idea—don’t worry, I’ll stop.

I’ve no interest in that movie, but now I am incredibly hungry and am in dire need of that sandwich because of the recipe and photo. Your food porn pictures are as bad as Pinkhams. You monster.

We need to get Torchinsky into one.

The upcoming presidential election makes one wish for the halcyon years of Richard Nixon or LBJ...

So, rough-field capable, wonder what their low-speed characteristics and loiter times are like? I’m merely wondering how they would work out as gunships or air-to-ground “bomb trucks”.

I’d go for a Caddy NSX...

“Maybe we just need kart lanes that are separated from the other motorists. That would probably be safe enough?”

A few years ago, I had the opportunity to wander all through the LA Autoshow for an entire day, or duck out after an hour because a friend could get me in to see Jay Leno’s collection.

‘E’s not stuck. ‘E’s restin’. (With apologies to Monty Python.)

Like neckties, pants are highly overrated things.

You really ought to be cross posting this stuff to io9

ZOMG! TEH FEELS! THE DYMANAMANAMASISMS1 SUCH WOW!

I had to watch twice. Kept getting distracted the firs run thru by the Edgerton reproduction on the wall over his left shoulder. A beautiful, stunning, and vastly powerful moment caught on film that I’ve been entranced by for years.

Immortality is not always a good thing.

Honestly, I’d rather have a the 1930’s version than the contemporary one. The modern iteration is almost a caricture for “oversize horribly expensive personal luxury coupe”. Yes, the suicide doors are awesome, yes the interior is nicer than the inside of your home will ever be, but the car doesn’t really stand out.…

When the badge says “Ford Contour”. (That was my own personal, tremendous, error.)

You cant shoot customers (as much as some of them may deserve it) the moment they walk in the door. Thats a huge mess to deal with, inevitably blood and viscera would get tracked into the dining room and it would just go downhill from there. Everyone knows you need to execute problem customers on the *front lawn*.

“After two hellish weeks working the salad bar at Burger King, where I sliced my fingers more than the tomatoes...”

I just bled from my eyes and its all over the keyboard.