Love me some top Gear but I won't take driving tips from a man who has to wear a grandfather clock as a wristwatch. That and the part where the supercar sticks to the track thing. Give me a 60k Atom, then we will talk about tracks and engineering. #audir8v10
There must always be a fast blue car, which resides in a little corner of heaven, in my mind. It isn't the realization of this dream which beckons; I could stretch and actually make it mine, with a small exercise of effort and intent. Rather, this car exists more as an icon in the pantheon of my desire. As such, it is better to leave the appetite unwhetted. Because to appreciate the psychic pull of this desire, is to be alive. Yes? #audir8v10
Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant
No! no! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I've got it right.)
Howe'er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee
(I fear I'd better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)
So I read this when I was in 11th grade in a poetry jam, and broke out laughing uncontrollably, no doubt frightening the a classroom full of younger students and their teachers. There's no way my teacher can forget me. No way. #audir8v10
@Pessimippopotamus: You're unbelievable. I had to memorize something in school that I can't forget either. It was part of the "Ancient Mariner".
And then there came both mist and snow.
And it grew wondrous cold.
And ice mast high came floating by, as green as emerald.
And through the drifts the snowy cliffs did send their dismal sheen.
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@skaycog: You sir have memorized part of a classic and wondrous poem.
It may not fit well into a Jalopnik comment, but you can feel assured that poem will last the test of time when the elephant poem is long gone.
As for me we had to memorize the opening lines of the Canterbury Tales (in Ye Olde English to boot). I can't even spell them close to correctly, so I won't attempt to reproduce them here, but rest assured I have found no use for them whatsoever. However, I am quite pleased that I can remember them word for word now many years later. #audir8v10
It is also worthwhile to re-read many of those old books from literature class. As an adult, I've found quite a bit of interest in several of the books which I could barely finish in my high school/college days. #audir8v10
Looks about par for a Porsche to me. A lot like a Boxster. Then, aside from the Tapiro, I've never seen a Porsche that would turn my head if it drove by... #jeremyclarkson
Ugh. A 500-horsepower 5-door hatchback with a Porsche badge and spiritual ancestor in the 928 has no right to be this boring. But it is. It's dull. It's Jacksonville, Florida, on wheels. Beige on taupe on gray dull. Duller than a Cayenne V6. Duller than a metallic bronze Venza. Duller than Bob Costas. Duller than a Kia Amanti or page 565 of Obama's Waterloo.
And yet I cannot ignore Porsche at its finest. Here is a finely welded appliance for a dentist whose blow-up spouse tires of taking flack from her real housewife friends for running over construction cones, Pomeranians, and Ecuadorian children with the family GL450. Here is the Juno Beach real estate developer's chariot, perfect for point-to-point condo showings without the social tax. Need a ride? America's off the high-fructose corn syrup, so slide your lean frame in. Mission accomplished. Sign the form. And the Panamera just bleeds German. It screams Mercedes with a touch of crazy. I'm ugly on purpose. It's a superiority statement with circles and arrows and a description on the back of every pricey tidbit.
I look at this spiritual black hole and must remind myself that, sure, Porsche can dial in a GT3 for a few wingnuts and sell a couple of row-your-own Boxsters, but they ignore the dentists (and bank managers and attorneys and federal loan officers) at their peril.
I understand the temptation to rely on pop culture references in humor writing. They make useful shorthand, and assuming your audience is familiar with the subjects, they can be funny.
But doesn't this seem a bit overboard? In five years, no one will be able to understand a full 20% of this article. Car and Driver drives me nuts on this issue also. #jeremyclarkson
@snapoversteer smells like: Hell, Clarkson's columns are always loaded with references to current events and British personalities that usually I've never even heard of. But that makes them more interesting to me, for some reason. #jeremyclarkson
@snapoversteer smells like: I understand what you're saying, but seriously, where's the beef? You might think it's ginchy to be so critical, but that attitude's gonna go over like New Coke. If you want to be in like Flint you've got to get down with the program, can you dig it? Oh, and balloon boy. #jeremyclarkson
@snapoversteer smells like: Don't have a cow, man. 2014's cultural archaeologists will just set GoogleArchivist to pre-2010 searching of the Wayback Machine at the Internet Archive and have a fine time decoding cultural references. #jeremyclarkson
Against all reason, the Panera-merica has actually grown on me. I wouldn't take it over a Rapide or QP, but it doesn't offend my sensibilities and I'd prefer it over most flavors of BMW or Benz. #jeremyclarkson
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Who tried to use the telephant
No! no! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I've got it right.)
Howe'er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee
(I fear I'd better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)
So I read this when I was in 11th grade in a poetry jam, and broke out laughing uncontrollably, no doubt frightening the a classroom full of younger students and their teachers. There's no way my teacher can forget me. No way. #audir8v10
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And then there came both mist and snow.
And it grew wondrous cold.
And ice mast high came floating by, as green as emerald.
And through the drifts the snowy cliffs did send their dismal sheen.
Blah, blah, blah.
I like your elephant poem better. #audir8v10
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It may not fit well into a Jalopnik comment, but you can feel assured that poem will last the test of time when the elephant poem is long gone.
As for me we had to memorize the opening lines of the Canterbury Tales (in Ye Olde English to boot). I can't even spell them close to correctly, so I won't attempt to reproduce them here, but rest assured I have found no use for them whatsoever. However, I am quite pleased that I can remember them word for word now many years later. #audir8v10
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There once was anold lady that lived in a shoe
She had so many kids
Her uterus fell out..
-Andrew Dice Clay #audir8v10
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It is also worthwhile to re-read many of those old books from literature class. As an adult, I've found quite a bit of interest in several of the books which I could barely finish in my high school/college days. #audir8v10
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I wish I'd paid more attention to lots of things in school, now that I'm an adult. Oh well, no use looking back. #audir8v10
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And yet I cannot ignore Porsche at its finest. Here is a finely welded appliance for a dentist whose blow-up spouse tires of taking flack from her real housewife friends for running over construction cones, Pomeranians, and Ecuadorian children with the family GL450. Here is the Juno Beach real estate developer's chariot, perfect for point-to-point condo showings without the social tax. Need a ride? America's off the high-fructose corn syrup, so slide your lean frame in. Mission accomplished. Sign the form. And the Panamera just bleeds German. It screams Mercedes with a touch of crazy. I'm ugly on purpose. It's a superiority statement with circles and arrows and a description on the back of every pricey tidbit.
I look at this spiritual black hole and must remind myself that, sure, Porsche can dial in a GT3 for a few wingnuts and sell a couple of row-your-own Boxsters, but they ignore the dentists (and bank managers and attorneys and federal loan officers) at their peril.
/Times Online, USA, excerpt #jeremyclarkson
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But doesn't this seem a bit overboard? In five years, no one will be able to understand a full 20% of this article. Car and Driver drives me nuts on this issue also. #jeremyclarkson
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