Someone's playing the "creep along so I never touch my brakes" game.

Every single part of this car is heavy. The gear shift is like opening the locks of the Panama Canal. The clutch is like trying to crush a steel girder with your foot. The steering takes more effort than changing someone's political positions.

Seriously, in spite of everything that they took, I'm getting misty just because you still have that old Polaroid of your dad.

Yep, definitely human.

I work IT and I just set this one up from one of the tips here to help with testing whether E-mail is flowing inbound and outbound to our Exchange server:

Are you saying that appending "+yourstringhere" to the end of my Gmail username will still deliver it to my Gmail account?

I've heard that Craig is one of those celebrities that hates the fame he's accumulated and is really shy in general. I don't think it's far-fetched to say that there's a good chance he had to take a lot of the endorsement contracts that he is under as a direct result of getting to play Bond. As in, "if you don't play…

Hey Torch, how's this for verification that I took the picture?

Uh, wow. This needs to happen.

I haven't laughed this hard at an article around here in a long time. Bravo, Raph. Bravo.

Chapter 11?

No one is invincible. Try to behave like you believe that fact.

I felt the same way and after a race where Kimi got pissed, Alonso/Ferrari made such a huge error in judgement, and the pit lane looked more like a sketch from The Benny Hill Show it made me feel like I was in the Twilight Zone.

Dammit! I wish I had an index card with my name on it when I went to that car show on the street where I work last month! That RC car would be as good as mine!

I think I'm going to go find a ...copy of that qualifying run just to watch for that.

I'm bookmarking this page because I want to see this so bad.

The rainy season is weird around where I live, and in any case I still don't have a good, wide open parking lot or anything that I can think of to practice in.

I've been to Iowa. The only reason I ever go back is to visit family. I wish you the best of luck with your crippling and involuntary boredom, sir.