The 401 between Windsor Ontario and the outskirts of Toronto is second worst. With the exception of crappy traffic around London and the smell of actual hog crap, it’s beyond flat and featureless farmland... it’s a brownish-greenish void that seems to extend infinitely in every direction. Sometimes you need to look at…

Oedipus, schmoedipus.

Predators drive Jeeps now? Game over, man!

Sagan was above such schadenfreude.

Wubba lubba dub... WHAT?

The Crow reboot is fantastic.

Who wants all that sweet, sweet low-end torque when you can rev away and wait for the VTEC to kick in, yo.

Frankie say...

Jesus, that’s a lot of cocaine.

Could Jeep and Ram stand on their own, and would he spin them off are two very different questions.

“Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!”

The twist: Goldblum will play a clone of Dr. Ian Malcolm.

While it’s equally meh, somewhat bigger half-brother Ford Tempo claims a glorified space in Detroit electropunk history, gracing the cover of Adult.’s second album.

“McSoylent Green: I’m lovin’ it.”

Came here to post this.

Although it seemed like the grown-up thing to do at the time, replacing my VR6 Corrado with a brand new B5 Passat Wagon was a decision that to this day causes me to make irresponsible choices in some vain attempt to honor the Corrado.

The truncated cone cockpit and generally utilitarian forms of the second ship say Corellian Engineering Corporation to me.

Force use isn’t pulling from a set bag of skills or tricks, but connecting with and influencing matter, energy, everything. We’ve barely seen what’s possible.