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Frank Collins85 said:Posting this under a quota just so you won't delete it.🙂
hahaha, come on, silvercobra68 isn't some amateur who goes around deleting posts
BTW, you can go join forces with Jason Campbell70 since you're already sticking your nose into my business and his, acting all high and mighty
In plain English: YOU IDIOT!
😁😁😁😁
this is better than a steak dinner!
Jason Campbell70 said:God, how did we get this stupid? 😁🙏
Incompetent Italians copying an even more incompetent Red Bull. 🙏
You clearly don't get it. A follower never copies the leader because the leader is attacking while the follower is defending—that's just logic.
But the leader always has to copy the other guy and track his every move because he's the one being hunted—it's the same thing in war, you know? Especially now that refueling is gone, right?
Of course not, you know. That's because you're.......
Give me a break, just live your life.
Because you're an IDIOT.
😁😁😁
Suddenly I feel much better............
slybison8 said:It seems to me that Monza is the kind of track where Ferrari’s destiny was perhaps written in the stars. 😁
Singapore is a completely different beast altogether. Just two weeks ago, everyone was fully expecting a dominant one-two finish for Red Bull, but today, the situation seems to have shifted somewhat. 😁
I suppose Fernando Alonso has developed a rather unique connection with the Singapore circuit. So many unpredictable things have happened there over the years. I truly wish him the best of luck. A victory would be a magnificent result, and since winning would likely secure points that no one expected him to get, it might serve as a significant step forward in his pursuit of the championship.
I suppose we aren't being greedy, if that's how it seems. 😬 A podium finish would be more than enough for us. We just need to stay in the hunt, and then we can celebrate at Interlagos—where else would we go? 😍
Oh, absolutely. Just look at '94 (Rosberg on his way to victory), '95 (Berger and Rosberg fighting for a double win), then that disaster where a camera falls off one car and smashes the suspension on another... even more recently in '07 we saw pure bad luck, and don't even get me started on 2008.
Please, stop talking such nonsense.
Joshua Rogers11 said:My mother dropped bymy place a few days ago, and honestly, you won't believe how this conversation unfolded 🙏
Mom: Have you eaten yet?
Me: I have.
Mom: What kind of coffee are you drinking today?
Me: Just my second cup.
Mom: You shouldn't be drinking this much coffee and smoking if you aren't eating properly.
Me: But Mom, I ate just an hour ago!
Mom: Ugh, when was that exactly? And who knows what you actually ate? You really need to eat; look how thin you've gotten.
Me: I'm just not hungry, I don't want to eat, I really can't!!!
Mom: Well, at least try a little something.
Me:🙂
She eventually calmed down and we moved on to a completely different topic, which was fine, especially since I actually have lost some weight.
But then, she just couldn't help herself again.
Her: Are you sure you won't have a bite to eat while I'm still here?
Me:...
I mean, I know I am thin, but I am certainly not unintelligent. 🙄
It is truly exhausting to have to listen to this constantly.
Next time she does that, just show her the door and slam it shut. Or better yet, let your husband or boyfriend handle it.
silverwalker27 said:That's true.
Regarding Bon-Ton—it isn't even "real," per se—it was created just so people can feel more comfortable in various social settings. These are suggestions on how to act so that both you and those around you remain at ease. I mean, we can't all just pass gas in restaurants or on the subway—that would be absurd. If you can hold it, you hold it until a more appropriate moment. It’s simply about being considerate of others. That is what being polite means. Social norms serve a purpose.
//A quick side note here, though it's relevant: "norms" or "standards"—take ISO standards, for example—aren't actually mandatory! Yet, everyone from the manufacturer to the retailer to the consumer has realized they are useful to follow. Even if they seem silly sometimes. The market is a complex system, much like human society; having standards makes things easier.
Okay, fine, maybe the farting thing isn't the best example.
But licking your plate is the perfect example of why etiquette can be pointless. You're actually helping whoever has to wash the dishes later, nothing goes to waste, and you aren't bothering anyone.
Humans are actually quite limited creatures. We function best when following set patterns. For instance, a grandmother or mother is primarily raised to be a caregiver, so her subconscious tells her to ensure her offspring is well-fed. On the flip side, a grandfather or father is raised to be a provider, making his subconscious focus on whether the guests have enough to eat.
And from there, you get this intense social conditioning. The issue is that we take all of this for granted. Nobody actually stops to think—wait a second, is our guest eating this roast turkey because they love it, or does it give them acid reflux? Or maybe they just aren't hungry, or there’s some other completely mundane reason. Americans (and honestly, it’s not just an American thing, though it's very pronounced here in the States) always assume a guest is turning down food out of shyness. Think about that paradox: because you were taught to be a good host, you were also taught to be modest, unobtrusive, and temperate. So, you feel embarrassed to overindulge at someone's house—even though you’d actually prefer to pig out—but you're too ashamed. Meanwhile, your host would actually be happiest if you ate like a hog. That’s the paradox. Then there’s that famous Bon-Ton. Bon-Ton, or whatever you want to call it, is just a total load of nonsense that serves absolutely no one. Who benefits from Bon-Ton? Nobody living. It forces people to act according to certain patterns, but those patterns mostly just cause discomfort.
Bon-Ton is like a Victorian corset—uncomfortable as hell—but if a woman wasn't wearing one, she was considered unattractive and would never get married (speaking of the old days). What a joke. Not to mention the health issues. But let's bring it back to the present.
Say you're sitting at the table and the host serves you something that gives you terrible gas. What are you going to do? Just suffer through it! You'll deal with bloating and cramps, and then you'll end up having an accident once you finally get home. On top of that, you'll be irritable because you're in pain, so you'll end up snapping at your wife for no reason at all. Instead of just letting it rip right there at the table as soon as you feel bloated, you should just ask the host to crack a window and call it a day. Same goes for burping—just burp properly instead of risking stomach pains. And don't even get me started on how licking your plate is actually a noble thing to do. Aside from not wasting food, you're doing a huge favor for whoever has to do the dishes, which is usually the host's wife. But to make the paradox even bigger, if you actually licked your plate, she’d be the most offended person in the room and would gossip about you to her friends for months. "Can you believe that hillbilly is licking his plates?"—"Can you imagine!"
So, I wrote this little bit to show you the sheer stupidity of the society we live in and the social norms we are slaves to.
Rachel Gray58 said:Wait, Peter Gregg—are you talking about the guy who raced in the American sports car series and then took his own life?
Yes.
I actually mention him briefly in one of my articles—feel free to check it out if you're interested, though it's just a side note. I haven't done a deep dive on him yet, but I plan to eventually.
Peter Gregg was a true legend of American motorsports.
Rachel Gray58 said:Since we’re all sitting here discussing miracles and mythological legends, I can't help but be reminded of this one chilling incident from the world of NASCAR:
By 1991, J.D. McDuffie—a legendary independent racer who had been grinding it out in NASCAR for years—was facing some incredibly steep odds. Back then, most teams were fueled by massive corporate sponsorships, leaving a scrappy, self-funded operation like McDuffie's struggling just to make the starting lineup. He tried to qualify for 14 races that year, but only managed to make the cut for five. Then came the tragedy during the August 11th race at the Watkins Glen road course... he lost a wheel, slammed hard into a retaining wall, and, heartbreakingly, lost his life in the crash. Throughout his career from 1963 to 1991, McDuffie racked up an impressive 106 top-10 finishes, even though a win always seemed to elude him. Fast forward to October 1998, and driver Bobby Hillin, Jr. claimed he saw McDuffie’s ghost standing right at the exact spot where the accident happened, all while Hillin was out there during a testing session. Of course, naturally, nobody actually believed him...
Who knows? Maybe there really is something more to it after all... 🙂
It likely was. Something similar happened to me at Elkhart Lake; both tracks have heavy woods and plenty of moisture. Watkins Glen is particularly damp, and since she mentioned October, my experience in May had roughly the same amount of humidity—if anything, October might be even wetter. That moisture creates this morning mist that slowly rises, making you see things in the haze.
I actually thought I saw Peter Gregg, though I know it was probably just a trick of the light in the fog. Combine the mist with high emotions and a little imagination, and suddenly Peter is standing right in front of you.
I bet that’s exactly what happened with Hillin and McDuffie.
I once found myself driving in pitch-black darkness when my battery died and the headlights just cut out on me. I ended up navigating by memory alone, driving all the way from rural outskirts through the countryside, past the small towns, and winding up through the hills before finally pulling over. I even made it past the suburbs, through the industrial zones, and straight into the heart of downtown—all without a single headlight in total darkness.
What are you guys even talking about? These are nothing but tall tales. There’s zero physical evidence; it’s just oral tradition passed from person to person until the story morphs into something completely different from the truth.
Jonathan Brooks8 said:Well, there really is a certain charm to the autumn of one's life—it has its perks. Just imagine finally breaking free from the tyranny of fashion trends; you stop dressing to impress the crowd and start opting for simple, comfortable pieces that don't pinch or pull at all. Then there’s the matter of free speech—you can be blunt, resolute, and entirely unapologetic about your views, without feeling the need to filter yourself for the sake of others, even if they still tolerate your newfound directness... I’m actually looking forward to the day when the younger generation starts offering me their seats on the subway. You can take a stroll through Times Square and always find someone your own age ready for a real conversation, while everyone else just rushes past in a frantic blur... I suspect you haven't quite reached this stage of perspective yet; you're likely still stuck in the shock of it all.
First off, I'm not the type to hop on a subway just to stay warm or engage in mindless small talk at the square with some folks who have lost their wits.
Second, I'm not in shock at all. If anything, I'm quite the opposite.
As for being free and not caring what others say, I've always been that way. I don't know why people assume you only become yourself once you reach old age.
Mark Torres14 said:What on earth does the year 1984 have to do with an Italian singer like Ornella?😕🤷
It’s perfectly normal that you view the future differently now. Your thoughts today aren't going to be the same ones you had thirty years ago—doesn't even mean they're "wiser," just different.
It all boils down to that age-old question:
Who are you?
The ten-year-old, the twenty-year-old, the fifty-year-old, or the eighty-year-old?
Turns out Ornella turned 50 back in 1984—honestly, finding that out left me a little stunned. In my head, she was always this fit 30-year-old, and suddenly she’s a 50-year-old woman.
But even at 50, she's still seven years younger than I am today.
Mark Torres14 said:If you were an idiot at twenty, you're still an idiot at sixty. Doesn't matter if you're looking back at your life in a state of total misery or just drowning your sorrows in a bottle.
Since you decided to throw out an Orwellian book title, the least you could do is explain why "1984" is actually significant compared to any other year.
So far, you haven't used a single ounce of actual reasoning.
I read 1984 back in the early 70s. Back then, Ornella Vanon was topping the charts, and I spent those years pondering the world and my place in its future—not necessarily specifically 1984. Now that we've long passed 1984—we're well into the 2000s—I can look back and see how much my perspective has shifted since then. But honestly, the main reason I picked that year? It was all about Ornella.
Douglas Hernandez3 said:Back in '84?
I was barely three years old back then...
I don't really have any memories of the eighties... probably because I was just a little kid living in my own little world, where my entire existence revolved around playtime...
Those were the days when happiness was simple—just pure, unadulterated joy, wandering around with my toys scattered everywhere...
I still remember those old Caboodles; honestly, I still go out and buy them today because they bring back such good vibes...
It feels like we’ve all collectively forgotten what it actually feels like to be a child... if I’m being honest, that’s the part I miss most...😢
It's like everyone suddenly decided to grow up overnight, tossing aside that inner sense of wonder just to prove they could be "adults"...
What a shame...😠
What are you even doing in this thread? You were born in '81, so you're 29 today. Go on, beat it—get back to your office or whatever.
This thread is for mature people. Specifically, those who have actually lived through life and are now somewhere in their sixties—people capable of looking back at their journey without falling into despair, while preparing for whatever comes next.
Bradley Nelson2 said:In this year's Red Bull, one driver is clearly dominant. Sure, Webber might pull ahead here and there, but looking at the big picture, Vettel is faster than Webber..
Some people would be better off staying quiet, at least while the season is still fresh.
silvercobra68 said:4) When he's supposed to overtake a slower car ahead, he gets soft and just gives up on the move (Bahrain 2009, Miami 2009)
Point 4 has evolved. It now reads as follows:
4) When he's supposed to overtake a slower car ahead, he acts like a complete idiot and crashes both himself and the other driver
Michael Sullivan5 said:Well said, Alvin. 🙂
But isn't it strange? Fear is precisely what keeps us alive. What an absurdity...
Did fear ban tobacco commercials?
Did fear ban alcohol advertisements?
And is fear really the thing exploiting the naive, filling their heads with nonsense until they drop dead from heart attacks at thirty-five?
Is fear what triggers wars in the Middle East?
Or is it actually just the sum total of all those tiny, insignificant daily actions taken by all seven billion people on this planet?
Great, now they’ve dragged politics into the shop window too.
The only person actually capable of following my train of thought is some tiny, all-powerful mastermind.
Everyone else should probably look for something a bit more low-brow. You've got parenting, self-help, and expat forums down there—or just stick to the sports section up top.
Or maybe this is just what 2010 looks like: people with limited intellect who can't grasp reality because they've been fed a script. Now they’re just regurgitating lines about "accepting whatever the boss decides."
And what exactly is this "boss" doing? Tell me! Who is this ultimate villain responsible for wrecking the world we live in?
Come on, geniuses. Let's see it. Give me a first and last name for this monster!!!
Bradley Taylor24 said:I truly don't understand what you were anticipating after following those sentences with, "Orwell, who clearly hasn't a clue. Loser.". Given the years we've all spent in these discussions, one might reasonably expect you to realize that such remarks are nothing more than standard trolling, simply disguised as the opening premise of a thread.
If I had any brain cells left to spare, I'd lend you some, but since I'm tapped out, I'll just give you an explanation.
So, Orwell depicts 1984 as an anti-human year—a nightmare defined by technical horrors like Big Brother. It’s a year where individual life is stripped of all humanity. Yet, looking back from our current perspective, 1984 almost seems human-friendly. Don't you think? And yet, fundamentally, nothing has actually changed. Except, of course, for us, now being twenty-six years older.
Bradley Taylor24 said:How can you possibly claim that "everyone is being negative" when you have only heard from one single person?
That one person only messaged me to talk about self-help.
And you immediately tried to dismiss it as off-topic, even after I clarified I wasn't talking about Orwell or his novel.
That makes you just as much of a killjoy.
Honestly, I should have just posted over at an automotive forum with those gearheads; I would've found five times better conversationalists there than here in this philosophy section. You guys aren't even philosophers. What on earth are you doing in a philosophy sub?
