Formula E is a soulless snooze fest. The tofu burger of motor sports.

Straight-line performance is all I read/see about with electric supercars. How do they track? Does the battery weight affect handling, braking, corner entrance...? Where are the road race results? Are they just one trick ponies?

It snowed in Florida?

Uh, oh.

Stop The Knot!!!

No. That’s a suppository. 

Bridges of Madison County

Why do trailers tell me the entire movie and show me all the money shots? I’ll wait for it in in my den.

RIP, Bloo.

We’re in an age when these precious brats don’t want to pay for anything as mundane as music, tv, internet, phone service, school, auto or healthcare insurance nor their own mistakes or actions. It just isn’t fair to them.

1980 on a cold December night. 2nd date with my girlfriend in her yellow ’74 Super Beetle. A bottle of Andre sparkling wine from 7-11, two long Slurpee straws and a parking space atop Mount Soledad looking out over the city lights of north San Diego and Mission Bay. I should mention I had hair, too.

Yeah. Have a nice flight.

It’s English.

Darwin is an equal opportunity killer.

Sisyphus didn’t have it so tough.

Think I’ll watch some soccer flopping vids now.

This isn’t your job. Stand down.

At least he was sharply dressed.

LeMons race. Or is it LiMons?