John Finnemore’s Souvenir Programme did a song about the “pizza table” thing, and it is wonderful:

Need for Speed: Porsche Unleashed taught me that the 911 Turbo is the best car.

Remember those times when Buick stepped into the muscle car wars? Remember the Riviera and the GNX? Remember the boat-tail?

You ever look at a jug of juice that says “100% juice” in big letters on the front label and “contains like 5% juice maybe” in tiny letters on the side?

You ever look at a jug of juice that says “100% juice” in big letters on the front label and “contains like 5% juice maybe” in tiny letters on the side?

Yeah, if they weren’t so expensive. Plus, Fuelly says they average about 20 MPG, which isn’t bad for a truck, but probably not as good as a Focus-based EcoBoost ute would get.

The phrase “made with real [ingredient]” has very little meaning if you think about it. If I whip up a batch of carbonated water, high-fructose corn syrup, citric acid, and various colors and preservatives, and I use a piece of ginger root to stir it, technically, I could say it was made with real ginger.

I’d like one of those too, but they’re expensive, and like TurboS60 said, kind of big. They sure do have a lot of cool features, though.

I’m a truck owner, and I approve this message. I would happily DD a car-based pickup, though I’d rather have more bed space than a Baja.

So basically what I’ve learned about food-related health is that almost everything is a lie, and the things that are “true” will only remain true until it becomes profitable to change them.

Is there any legitimate reason to make rules about this, or is it just that the people in charge of NASCAR are control freaks?

This reminds me of a video game. Big Rigs: Over the Road Racing. The semi-truck racing game was developed in Ukraine and released in 2003. It is a rich tapestry of glitches loosely held together by more glitches. The relevant glitch here is that while your truck tops out at about 80 MPH, there is no maximum speed in…

A couple of years ago, I went to a Megadeth show. Standing room only, moshing all over the place, and the venue was selling big, tall, probably overpriced cups of beer. I bet you can guess how that worked out.

I am both impressed and slightly disturbed by the amount of thought you appear to have put into that.

Apparently you can be a journalist in Boston without bothering to learn the difference between “its” and “it’s”.

Not to say I wouldn’t happily drive one if given the chance, but they sure look strange to me. 

An amendment to my previous list:

Yes. If somebody asks, “Wait, why are we talking about ducks?” but is unable to trace it back to you, that is still considered a success.

Keep practicing. You’ve almost got it!

That’s not the sound ducks make...