From the Divine Sarah (Hoyt):
“You know, the more I look at the left, the more they resemble evil fantasy novel characters.”
One has to think that if a fantasy writer wanted to create their next evil villain, they’d look at (say) Gretchen Whitmer and think, “Nah, nobody would believe that.”
Last week’s post on aircraft provoked more comments from Readers than just about any other piece at this blog.
So this week I’m going to do something quite different.
The scenario: you are going to do a road trip in Italy which will more or less follow the old Mille Miglia race course. It will not be a race — in fact, you will end up driving quite slowly, stopping to enjoy all the wonderful views and other attractions along the way. The only stipulations are a.) that you are in your early thirties, and b.) that whatever car you choose for the trip will be mechanically sound (i.e. no breakdowns).
To make it even more interesting, whichever car you choose will involve a mandatory traveling companion of similar vintage, and your choice therefore requires you to pick not only the car, but the companion as well. You may not choose or substitute any outside the pairings as listed.
Choice #1: 1958 Lancia Aurelia B24 and 1958 Sophia Loren
Choice #2: 1968 Morgan 8 and 1968 Grace Kelly 
Choice #3: 1967 Austin-Healey MkIII and 1967 Gina Lollobrigida
Choice #4: 1965 Ferrari 330 GTS Spider and 1965 Suzanne Pleshette 
Choice #5: 1959 Corvette and 1962 Ann-Margret
Choice #6: 1958 Mercedes 300 Roadster and 1958 Elizabeth Taylor
One choice, and one choice only. Enjoy the trip.
Update: I fixed the date of the Corvette, and of Ann-Margret just a little (she would have been 18 in 1959, shuddup you pervos).
Also: what part of “you’re not going to experience car trouble” was not clear?
I’m past the age of playing games whose sole intention (and outcome) is getting shit-faced drunk.
However, I had to chuckle at Tom Utley’s suggestion:
Earlier this month I invented a game to cheer myself up through these short, chilly days of January. I’m not claiming it will work for everyone, but readers may care to give it a try.
The rules are simple. All you have to do is award yourself an imaginary £10 every time you hear the words ‘mental health’ uttered on the radio or TV, or read them in the media.
Poor Tom can’t actually make it a drinking game, because he writes for a newspaper and no doubt some scold will go after him for encouraging reckless behavior.
I, however, am under no such constraint.
Giving yourself money is a pointless exercise; but if you turn it into a drinking game and substitute “down a shot”, I can guarantee hours of joyous inebriation.
Other such puke-inducing phrases can be used, such as “circle back” (during Jen Psaki press conferences) and “state of emergency” (unless used in an actual emergency e.g. tornado or hurricane), “safe space” and so on.
Feel free to add your favorite puke-inducing phrases in Comments.
HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!!!
Never mind the Omigodicron: FULL STEAM AHEAD !!!!!
Ladies, don your finery:
…and hit the streets!
For those of you cursed with lockdowns… sneak a few friends in, and have a REAL good time:
