I've been doing this little online journal/screed for a couple years now, and I sometimes wonder if it's making a dent in this series of tubes we call the Internet. Well, I guess I've reached the big time. Over the last few months, I've started to get occasional comments submitted to some of my posts. They've been very interesting comments, too. They have...well, interesting syntax, sorta like Kenny Loggins lyrics on steroids. Here's one, submitted a couple days ago to a post about nothing in particular from a few weeks ago:
I do think that that’s accomplishable to go to this web page, because here simply people could notice the nice information related to this good topic. Therefore, the thesis service will take this for doctoral thesis making.
That's right, kids: comment spam. I'm official now. (And all the more reason why I hold all comments for approval.)
:: I've held off my comments until today about this year's Rolex 24 because of yesterday's commemoration. It was interesting, after five years of watching it from the stands, to see it on television. I enjoyed seeing all the nooks and crannies and close-ups we can't see when we're there (and it gives credence to the idea that the best seat in the house is literally in your house). But there were some things I definitely missed: for instance, the sound of those big, powerful cars. You can kind of pick it up on the television, sure, but once you've heard it with your own ears, it just isn't the same. (That's especially true of the Mazdas, with their distinctive engine whine. Wow.)
On the other hand, we made the best of it. We had inclement weather, so it was a perfect weekend for staying in and watching it all on television. Thanks to a trip to the grocery store Friday, I provided a simulated Pizzeria Uno experience, complete with appetizer and pizza. Then, after the appropriate length of time to simulate walking back from the restaurant, I got out dessert, and then surfed the Barnes and Noble website. It was just like being in Daytona Beach without the travel or the tickets or the hotel room charges.
The result? Again, another fun victory. It's always nice to see someone else win, and always nice to see when it's a Porsche. But you figured that by now, right?
This far out, it's not certain if we'll be back down there next year, or if we'll again be watching from home. But no matter how it works out, we'll have fun. We could have been dejected about missing it this year, but it turned out to be a fun, and unforgettable, weekend all the same.
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