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Jul 17

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.)

Jul 17

“You can safely assume you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.” Anne Lamott

Jul 16

Tokidoki and Ride Snowboards Collaborate

I guess if Hello Kitty and 686 can do it, Tokidoki and Ride can do it - but don’t tell me I didn’t warn you when I can’t take you seriously because I see you wearing this stuff on the mountain. Especially the hard goods. When the ratchets on your ankle strap won’t lock - whether because of low quality or not - what can you say to the people who said they told you so? “At least I’m cuter than you?” Not even.

Jul 14

500 Electric Minis To Go On Sale in Cali

Aw…I could use one of these. But only if it’s as fast or faster than my baby. Actually, everyone could always use 2 Minis.

Jul 14

My Girlfriends And I Like To Switch Names While In Vegas

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…

Jul 10

I has a modest cat.

Jul 9

How To Get A Woman To Not Call You Back

I love voicemails left by narcissistic guys … as long as they’re not on MY voicemail. These are priceless.

Jul 1

10 Signs of Connectivity Addiction

(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.

Jun 26

“Democracy demands that the religiously motivated translate their concerns into universal, rather than religion-specific, values. It requires that their proposals be subject to argument, and amenable to reason. I may be opposed to abortion for religious reasons, but if I seek to pass a law banning the practice, I cannot simply point to the teachings of my church or evoke God’s will. I have to explain why abortion violates some principle that is accessible to people of all faiths, including those with no faith at all. Now this is going to be difficult for some who believe in the inerrancy of the Bible, as many evangelicals do. But in a pluralistic democracy, we have no choice. Politics depends on our ability to persuade each other of common aims based on a common reality. It involves the compromise, the art of what’s possible. At some fundamental level, religion does not allow for compromise. It’s the art of the impossible. If God has spoken, then followers are expected to live up to God’s edicts, regardless of the consequences. To base one’s life on such uncompromising commitments may be sublime, but to base our policy making on such commitments would be a dangerous thing.” Barack Obama (via marco) (via maniacalrage) (via peroty)

Jun 26

Receptionist Entry No. 9

An email.

From: [The Receptionist]
Sent: Thursday, June 26, 2008 9:16 AM
To: Beverly Hills
Subject: key faub

Hi 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.