Still on the fence regarding “A Night of Memories at the Museum?” Dwelling on all the reasons why you CAN’T go? Well let’s examine those, shall we? Tickets are no longer available. Wrong! They most certainly are. You can even pay at the door. Next. But I don’t have a tux to wear. So what. It’s [...]

Hi, I’m Robert Lee Roy Hobbson. I own The Silent Pagoda. I write stuff. I’m not going to waste your time – I’m going to tell you just like it is.

Come on, gang!!! FOLLOW ME!!! Today we storm the swank OilPressure.com, where well-heeled high hats & scholarly folk congregate to rationally discuss all matters IndyCar. Balderdash, I say!!! Let’s show them how we do it. There’s skulduggery to be had, and HAVE IT WE WILL!! GRAB YOUR TORCHES & OPIUM PELLETS!!! TO THE BASTILLE!!!!!!

Curious as to what the Silent Pagoda might look like as a REAL IndyCar blog, are you? Well today’s your slightly-lucky day — for you have a 0.0000000047% chance of getting your wish. That happens to be the exact same chance that the Tennessee Titans have of beating the Colts today. And if that extraordinarily [...]

It’s a troubling trend I’ve noticed of late: most charitable events make you do stuff. Unpleasant stuff, frankly. Like walk. Or worse yet, run. Or hang drywall. Or give blood. Or play 18 holes with the drunk guy who yells at you for missing a putt. Or bathe homeless people. That kind of nonsense.     This Wednesday evening, [...]

Rio de Janeiro!!! Below are some quick facts about this city I so dearly love. I didn’t have time to research these, of course, but I’m fairly certain they’re accurate. Or at least, they’re not inaccurate. Potentially. the average temperature is 84-degrees; all unattractive women have been shipped off to work in Argentinian tanneries; bars close at 10:30 [...]

According to the IndyCar Overlords, the Pagoda stays. For one more year. (You lose yet again, Common Sense. You dumb broad.)