Audi TT RS

It’s a concept, it’s not real; it’s a concept, it’s not real. But it might be

Audi TT RS

Nyom.

Lamborghini Murciélago LP640

The big news at Lambo this week is that they’ll unveil a $1m+ limited edition at Frankfurt, but who gives a shit about that, look at this:

Lamborghini Murciélago LP640

I’ve been a huge Lamborghini fan since the Countach in Cannonball Run, but it always takes me a while to start liking the next major model. It took a few years for the Diablo to grow on me, and when the Murciélago appeared on the scene I had a gander and continued lusting after it’s predecessor. I just changed my allegiance.

I still think the Gallardo is a monstrosity though. When I see someone driving one – on TV of course, we don’t get them in Cork – all I can think is: “Couldn’t afford a Murciélago.”

BMW X6

World Car Fans has spy shots of the new BMW X6, and Autoblog has a teaser video with Chris Bangle. I like the lines of this car simply because it reminds me of old school Paris-Dakar cars, but that’s all I like. Crossovers are just a ridiculous idea, and while I can understand BMW’s reason for rolling one out – people actually buy the Cayenne for some reason, god only knows why – I wish they’d stop throwing crap at the market and concentrate on retaining their well-deserved reputation for building good, reliable cars.

I won’t attach an image or video to this one, on general principles. :)

Jaguar XF

It took long enough, but it looks like Jaguar is finally back in the game with their replacement for the awful S-Type. The lines of the new car are lovely – aggressive but elegant – and the swish interior follows the same recipe, without overdoing it like Lexus.

There are cues from other cars here but Jaguar seem to have moved on from the dreadful bit-for-bit antics of the late nineties, when they rolled out an XK that was difficult to tell apart from the DB7, the aforementioned awful Rover 75 clone, and their dire Mondeo-in-all-but-name, the X-Type.

The rear light-cluster is definitely reminiscent of the DB9, but only enough to pay homage to the master of British coupé building. Jaguar have proved with the wonderul XJ that saloons are what they’re good at, so perhaps they should concentrate on becoming the master of British saloons again, and leave coupés to Aston? Or is the next E-Type in the works?

Via Jalopnik.

vBulletin Attacks

Any other vBulletin admins notice attacks recently?

Foot.ie was attacked in a big way this morning, with bots attempting automated logins on dozens of accounts. Foot.ie locks down accounts after 5 failed login attempts and emails the account holder, and I receive bounce messages if the email addresses in their profiles are incorrect. I received over a hundred of these in the space of about half an hour this morning, on multiple usernames from multiple IP addresses. These are just the ones that bounced, remember.

Mobile Phone Registration Response

The full response to my objection is attached if you’d like to read it, but roughly translated from the we-don’t-give-a-shit-what-you-think language the Greens have rapidly picked up from the Fianna Failures, it says:

“I didn’t actually read your email and have sent you this form response. Fuck you.”

And fuck you too Eamon.

$500k Profit on eBay

Guy found a rare bottle of beer on eBay with a misspelled description, bought it for $304, then sold it for $503,300, for a tidy $502,996 profit. The site I found this on reckoned he was ripping off the seller, I completely disagree. Not that I wouldn’t be majorly pissed off if I was them!

Mmmmm, beer…

“When I Inhaled Alice”

I’m sure you’ve all seen the Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs in the eye of a needle images that doing the rounds on the geek news and social networking sites for some time now. Mainstream media finally caught up and proved that although they may be slow on the uptake, they generally do a much better job of reporting than bloggers. Must be the practice, training, etc.

“One of the worst moments was recently when I inhaled Alice,” he recalls.

“I was just putting her in position when I breathed in at the wrong moment and she disappeared. That was nearly a month’s work gone.”

Almost as infuriating was the night when he had just finished attaching a tightrope walker the size of a breadcrumb to a tiny strand of a money spider’s web.

“This fly came buzzing down past the lens and the gust from its wings blew the chap off his tightrope.”