Lileks kills me:

The screech was just as bad as it had been yesterday, which of course is no surprise; it’s not like I expected the Car Elves to repair it while I slept. That would have been nice, but they’re all booked up. Years in advance. And they drink your booze, I hear. You’re all “oh, my single malts” and they’re like “we reconfigured your onboard computer and recalibrated your emision sensors for free, so shut your piehole, ya tosser.” And then you realize you’ve pretty much ruined it with the Car Elves from here on. Idiot.

He is day in and day out the best writer out there. Maybe the NY Times should have considered him.