Via my 17 y.o., who is my last link to what Da Utes T’ink, I present the winner of a Reddit photoshop competition:
‘Bout right, I’d say.
A little more goodness. Here’s a true, heartwarming story of a boy raised right in the Levenson household. I’m walking one day in the neighborhood with my spouse, and as we get to the local library I see an abomination parked in the lot across the street. My gob is so smacked I have to take a picture.
Flash forward a couple of hours. My son has just come home from a ramble round the ‘hood. I asked him if he happened to see this amazingly awful automobile.
“The one parked by the library?” he asked.
“Yeah — I took a picture” say I.
Good boy — I think. De gustibus and all that…
…but no. Some things are simply abominations. Like this:
For those of us who aren’t car buffs, that’s a Porsche Cayenne. It starts at around $60,000, and shoots up fast from there. Which means someone out there woke up one day and thought that his or her life wouldn’t be complete without a more-than-the-US-median-family-income’s worth of pink Porsche truck.
There is a saying in the car business: “There’s an ass for every seat.” I rate that statement True.
(I’ll admit that this isn’t the most offensive car I’ve ever seen. Hell, I rented a Pontiac Aztek once, and last year in LA I saw someone driving around in a fully chromed Mercedes E-class sedan, which went beyond ugly into a rolling public hazard. But as the son of a mother who once drove twenty miles to the nearest Costco to return a case of dishwashing liquid bought in ignorance of its pink-titude, I reserve the right to loathe the above without any qualification. I miss you, mom.)
Finally, by popular request (by at least one person here), and so as not to make this a whole post of horrors, here’s Tikka in one of his most echt poses:
And what the heck, one more, just for catness.
Y’all get the message. It’s Sunday. The weather’s great here in the Athens of America, and low tide hits at around 6 — perfect for an evening at the beach. For a few hours at least, the pleasures we each enjoy are ours. The folly and worse will still be here tomorrow; sufficient unto the day and all that.
IOW: Open thread.