Well, the only thing more enjoyable than seeing Inside Out with my family was watching it and then firing up my iPhone at the end of the show to see AAPL and the NQ getting butt-pounded. I have a lot of emails to answer now, but I’ll do a real post later. Honest. Honest Injun.
Last night, in my Model S, I happened to find an interesting site called TeslaTuner when I was searching for voice-activated commands supported by the car (this is kind of a secret feature, so I wanted to find out what I could utter besides “Play” for a song). Along with the guide to voice commands, though, was this little gem:
I just want to go on record here, as a Tesla owner myself, that any valet confronted with the message above is, by federal statute, permitted to drop a deuce into the front trunk of the vehicle, to be discovered later by any hopelessly middle-class douchebag who would dare leave such a self-important screen for you to see.
Want to see a killer bullish stock? Look at this King-Konger! What could it be?