Which supercar is the most fuel efficient?
McLaren SLR, Lamborghini Murcielago, Audi R8, Aston Martin DBS, Ferrari 599
I may be biased, but the answer is so simple - the R8 at 5 mpg. (Soon I’ll be confusing R8s with Priuses.)
Which supercar is the most fuel efficient?
McLaren SLR, Lamborghini Murcielago, Audi R8, Aston Martin DBS, Ferrari 599
I may be biased, but the answer is so simple - the R8 at 5 mpg. (Soon I’ll be confusing R8s with Priuses.)
That is, with each other. Fortunately or unfortunately, it comes across as my being unable to remember my own name at times.
“What’s your name?”
“Uh…”
As a blogger, though, I’m hesitant to share with my non-online friends the ironic timing of a recent ranting blog post I published just 2 days prior and the case-in-point displayed by yet another Santa Monica yuppie resident we were approached by. (It takes too much explaining to do just to be rewarded with comments about how much of a geek I am. I save this stuff for you guys.)
“Let me guess where in L.A. you live.”
“Oh. Okay.”
So, he went with The Valley first. As someone who loathes The Valley more than moldy bread, he was not off to a great start. He continued next with, “West L.A.”
Which was true. Somewhat. He saw some confirmation in my expression.
“…Has to be, because it’s the place to live, right? It’s wayyy nicer than East L.A. Don’t you think East L.A. is kind of ghetto?”
I didn’t bother trying to argue with him. Instead, I tried not to sneer, nor retort something to the effect of ghetto being how I roll. I managed to simply check out, as usual. As with all the impromptu conversations this particular weekend, my gaze started to shift to one of numerous inanimate objects in our environment…to another…
I has a modest cat.
(via jwphillips)
The other day, I was at a birthday celebration with my Twitter friend, @chadl2 - who is also my friend on Facebook. Over a margarita, he decided to “poke” me while we were in present company purely to annoy me. That’s like a SM version of connectivity addiction, IMHO.An email.
From: [The Receptionist]
Sent: Thursday, June 26, 2008 9:16 AM
To: Beverly Hills
Subject: key faubHi Everyone,
If anyone took the key faub off my desk please return it.
Thank you.
[The Receptionist]
Faub? SRSLY? The way she wrote it, you’d think “faub” were a mythological character with human hands for hooves who roamed through the forest in his spare time, specializing in archery. Like she had some sort of miniature clay figure on her desk on which she hung the bathroom keys and someone had a sick idea for a joke by ripping it off solely to make The Receptionist crazy.
Because God knows how she has to guard the Key Faub.