Can we be done with Mario Lopez? and Marky Mark? And Hollywood fan shows, in general?

Well, they haven’t made Elvis Christ, Superstar, for one...

At the same time, I’m sure it increased direct communication....to a fault...

I want me one of those Sneppy cups...

“This car has 157,930 miles on the clock and if any such sort of engineering issue were to rear its ugly head it would have likely been a number of miles ago.” While I get this sentiment, it could just be waiting to fail at 157,931.

See, this is ridiculous...but I admire the fact that they spent time and effort on such ridiculousness - either for the sake of art, or for the sake of jacking around...

Are there any labor of love projects?  I wonder if isolation and the general shiftiness of the news may be getting to you a tad...a distraction may do you some good...

-5% for 189 months with 72 month deferment...  Even then, it won’t be enough...

My frustration:  While I’m working from home, weekends are more or less free...but I have a small 1 car garage, and need to do a brake job, which means having to back the car out...and it’s supposed to be raining this weekend (whilst being clear and nice all week).  

Aren't sportwagens a bit new for needing a clutch?  or is it a stronger clutch to handle the turbo?

Yep - we’re gonna corkscrew into the ocean at 600 MPH due to these fucks...

My cheese consumption - already impressive - has increased.  

You’re doing God’s work...

Never thought of street racing.  I did, however, note last week that i had to remind myself to keep it under 80 while driving to work.   Not intentionally speeding, mind, but with zero traffic in the Bay Area, that natural governor is not there.  

I went to Johnny Carbone/Goodfellas thought, myself...

OK, I initially thought the line at the right was just a border....god damn...

I forgot that once upon a time, spare tires were full size and out in the open and not hidden away donut things.  

Well...I mean, maybe the brakes failed and they hit something and died.  No, no...I’m sure you did a fine job...

I couldn’t even drink out of that (clean) toilet water fountain thing they have at the Exploratorium in SF, let alone lick an actual, live toilet seat...

These people are the reason we have to put labels on shit like “Don’t bring the hairdryer in the shower” or “Don’t bring the toaster into the pool.”