Sorry Matt, can't agree. Not in this case.
I think LEDs are as cool as the next guy, but one must consider the application. And this one sucks.
Do I want a pair of Elton John sunglasses frames on my Camaro's ass? No.
Do I want the feral, fuck-with-me-at-your-peril stare of the standard U.S. bulbs? You betcha.
Yeah, it was tongue...watch the scene again. I mean, ask yourself: which appendage would you rather employ in such an endeavor?
Myself, I think it warrants an oral exam, don't you?
And Ms. LeBrock would agree, I've no doubt.
Yeah, such a transformative, metaphysical event in my youth, that movie.
And Kelly back then...Odds my Bodkins.
"I fart in Gawker's general direction! Their mother was a hamster, and their father smelled of elderberries!"
Well done, DSD
I've always admired the outlandish engineering that went into this thing. I'd never admired its looks, until I got up close and personal with one parked near my office building in Ann Arbor last year. In real life its low and squat and curvy and seems fused to the ground. Not pretty, but intimidating as hell. And I've never seen such tourbillon-like precision in build quality, panel fit and paint finish. I walked around it for about 3 minutes, and I couldn't find a single blemish. I know, you'd expect that for the money, but nevertheless I came away impressed by the thing's craftsmanship.
Not smitten. But really impressed.
Yeah. Or maybe a cement truck.
Just to be certain.
"Anything bigger than a handful, you're risking a sprained tongue."
Gary: "Weird Science"
Exactly. This guy massively ripped off Kyle Cooper and 9"N.
So much for originality in film.
Not in Oklahoma...NOT IN OKLAHOMA!!!
Yes. Partly because the U.S. government saved GM from oblivion, and partly because simultaneously, Toyota (along with much of Japanese industry) got smeared with a tsunami, a nuclear power plant collapse, and the resultant production delays.
Neither event speaks to the intrinsic superiority of GM over Toyota.
Bottom line: we buy what we like. The consumer decides. And the decision (for now) favors Apple.
I don't watch porn either. Not ever.
Except in church.
Something bad happened to George.
Ep. 4 was full of light; evocative characterizations, playful and emotive performances by mostly newbie actors, and a simple, wonderful story arc.
Then, someone told George that he was inviolate, that he didn't need an editor, that his musings were pure, excreted gold.
And George believed it.
Believing it, he did the prequels. With suck-butt sycophants (Rick McCallum, et. al.) urging him on ("You da man, George!") to stay in his good graces. With the depressing results we've seen.
I think Lucas began Star Wars with the best of creative and storytelling intentions.
He then began to believe his own manufactured mythology.
George should have ignored his own PR. The prequels could have been brilliant, had he remained humble and receptive to reasoned critique.
Ah well.
Oh my stars and garters, that's mighty purdy. Lots of GM DNA left over from my brother's 454 Rat-powered '69 Cutlass SS, in candy-apple red. He delighted in scaring the stuffing out of me in that thing when I was a kid...fucker.
But I'd give a pretty to put my foot in that car's ass today.
But I'd give a pretty to put my foot in that car's ass today.
Brother, the horror stories I could tell you about GM management. They were a client with my marketing firm until 2 years ago, and the incompetence (and lack of taste) extant was staggering.
But back in the day, I was just a tot when my grandfather traded in his '65 Riv for a '66 Toro, and I fell in love with those magnificent machines.
You're right. Some fabulous cars, hamstrung by moronic management. But I still have hope; let's see what happens next...
But back in the day, I was just a tot when my grandfather traded in his '65 Riv for a '66 Toro, and I fell in love with those magnificent machines.
You're right. Some fabulous cars, hamstrung by moronic management. But I still have hope; let's see what happens next...
In the plus column, I've got an HP-67 card-reading programmable calculator (from like 1978) in pristine, fully-functional, glowy-red-LED condition. It's like a museum piece, and it reminds me of HP's glory days. It's sitting on a shelf in my office, right next to its hated rival, a TI-59 (you'd laugh out loud to hear their motors buzz as they feed 'n read a mag-card...I love that sound.)
Thems was the days of HP badassery, folks.
Thems was the days of HP badassery, folks.
You're right, Tony. I should've stopped before the last comment. But I'm so tired of small minds charging thoughtlessly against large ideas on this board, and it was the end of a very tiring day. My apologies to anyone offended. I offer no apologies to the small minds themselves...their words have no weight on Gizmodo. But I would council that they can, perhaps, make a meaningful contribution when they've matured a bit.
Oh, small-minded little boy, it doesn't drive me mad. It makes me laugh at your proletariat intellect. I'm on two boards, Little Luis. I know exactly what conscientious board members do. And one of the things we do is chuckle at children like you throwing rocks at the stars because they don't understand the larger perspective. Calm down. Be content in your insular little world. You might even want to put your finger in your ass, if it helps.
Until then, the rest of us will be entertained by your puerile tantrums.
Until then, the rest of us will be entertained by your puerile tantrums.
Jesus. Didn't Jaguar do this twenty years ago with the XJR-15?
Maybe when Apple stops being the most influential tech company on the planet, when they stop being the most valuable tech company on the planet, when they stop being newsworthy on a daily basis, and when people stop coming to Giz for that news.
Shut up.
Shut up.
This isn't about a car.
This is about a good father and the sons who love him.
Spectacularly well done.
This is about a good father and the sons who love him.
Spectacularly well done.
