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Procol Harem’s 1967 hit, Whiter Shade of Pale, was a great song even if nobody cared what it meant.
Brownsville Station double header. I give credit to any three-man power group that can pull this kinda stuff off, even if they were only remembered as a one-hit wonder.
“… I said, ‘Genii, for my second wish, please return my manhood to its previous size. Now for my third wish, I want a small house in a beautiful valley, with a fireplace, running water, an unlimited supply of cold beer, and with fishing nearby.’
God I hate geniis.”



Rarely do pitchers wish for rain. Chuck usually got rain, whether he wished for it or not, but mostly the downpour came when his team was ahead. As for Ms. Van Pelt, our crack team of webminers are working overtime, scouring the depths of the Internestic Oceans, for a current photo of Lucy that doesn’t look like Amy Winehouse.
[Top image found here, via a series of now unretraceable links. Second slightly edited image from here. Related posts here, here and here.]

Great educational game for the hole family. Release the evil spirits, insert the jello, and your Patient’s nose lights up when his demeanor improves!
A traditional cure-all for conservatism, it has its dangers: Be careful! When the vote comes up and the Patient argues against frivolous spending and taxation, guess what? HE’S NOT CURED!
The game continues until each of the evil spirits have been vanquished and the Patient votes for nationalizing the banking industry, the automotive industry, the healthcare industry, runs for congress as a carpetbagger, opposes the NRA and Constitutional Amendments 1, 2 & 4, is coerced to vote CORRECTLY, or until he’s been otherwise completely incapacitated and forced to become a ward of the State himself.
Bonus points are awarded if the Patient joins Greenpeace, the Sierra Club, any union, or supports AGW before becoming incapacitated.
Once the Patient signs on as a democrat the game is over, and it moves to the next level: Change your Patient from a socialist to a marxist! (Requires upgrade to Trepanation 2.0.)
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WHOA! 23¢ a gallon! And what a GREAT slogan.
Let’s talk about gas prices vs. inflation.
Inflation calculator: 1926-2009 = 1,108.2%
Price per Gallon in 1926 (regular, leaded): $0.23/gal
Federal Gasoline Tax (up to 1933): $0.01/gal = 4.55%
Actual cost per gallon (1926 dollars): $0.22/gal
Actual cost per gallon, less taxes (2009 dollars): $2.66/gal
Price per Gallon (regular unleaded) 10 July 2009: $2.90/gal
Federal Gasoline Tax 2009: $0.184/gal
California (Local + State + Fed Taxes) 6 July 2009:
$0.645/gal* = 2.9%
* Includes CA Sales Tax (7.25%) CA County & Local Sales Tax (1.25%), and UST tax (1.2%) whateverTF that is.
Actual cost per gallon, less taxes (July 2009): $2.26/gal**
**Note that the base price stated for California gasoline includes costs for state mandated fuel additives, summer/winter mixes, ethanol. Note also that this amount includes franchise fees, business license fees, miniscule profit by the small business folks, and Swantzenegger Boxer Feinswein Pelosi & Waxman fees, other “revenue enhancement fees” emanating from Sacramento, and costs for gettin’ the lead out.
[Sources found here and here.]
Now Let’s talk about mileage and cost and technology.
[Tip o’ the Tarboosh to Nicole for the ferrettage link.]
“Oh Liver! Don’t you know I gotta LEG?!”
[Another Tip o’ the Tarboosh to Dan S. in Idaho for this gem Happy Birthday, Dan.]
Ben E. and I jest…
This one is a repost. It keeps getting yanked from the Utoobage, but it keeps growing back like a fungus. I love it.
Other good news: Tube No. 1 restored “Dance Girl,” so the link HERE has been repaired.