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I feel bad for you, son

Well, we’re having sales problems, really under the gun,
We’ve sold 99 Cadillacs, the product’s done.

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Siri has a sister in the auto biz

With apologies to Macca:

Siri has a sister in the auto biz,
Says your car does everything you like;
Always second-guesses you, and makes you mad,
And makes you get out of the car and take a hike.
OBD, then AI, then who knows? Damn!
All these gadgets make you cry.
OBD, then AI, then who knows? Damn!
All these gadgets make you cry.

This is the sort of thing that makes me more determined to make my 13-year-old car last another 13 years.

(Via Autoblog.)

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It’s supposed to Sting

There’s a line of ex-workers trailing down the street
(That’s our Mitt back there)
There’s a capital gain and ain’t that awful sweet
(That’s our Mitt back there)
There’s a lot of red ink in the books today
It’s the same old debt as yesterday

It’s a leveraged buyout, it may cause some pain
It is certainly legal, but against the grain
Watch the GOP go spiral down the drain
As they try to sell us on the King of Bain

(Suggested by Nathan Wurtzel. And yes, I have beaten this particular horse before.)

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That’s your email there

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Strange search-engine queries (269)

Seven AM, waking up in the morning
Gotta sit up, gotta work the brain
Gotta have my logs, gotta have all the lines
Seeing everything, the time is going
Ticking on and on, everybody’s rushing
Gotta log on and then go post this
Gotta get to work before my friends

Googlers in the front seat
Yahoos in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Whose snark shall I take?

It’s Monday, Monday
Doing this thing on Monday
Everybody’s looking forward to the queries, queries
Monday, Monday
Five years now on Monday
Everybody’s looking forward to the new jokes.

(With apologies to Rebecca Black.)

“abstinence makes the tart go yonder”:  Assuming, of course, that is what you had in mind in the first place.

can never please:  In which case, you should probably not be looking for a position as a tart.

Alienating fear dust from reality, enchanted soundscapes decade of my reasons! Run Fly intercept:  You know, there is such a thing as too much gaming.

can propecia cause brain damage:  Look at it this way. If you’re obsessed about the appearance of the outside of your head, you don’t have time to worry about the inside of it, do you?

chewable viagra:  Not a good idea. For one thing, it tells your partner that you can’t or won’t swallow.

Gloria Steinem nice legs:  Betty Friedan, also. Not that either of them would want you to remember them for that.

city triangles junior pick up balloon dread castro from younger:  One should not use search engines while taking Ambien, and this is why.

how to mention your birthday:  Look puzzled, then say: “Wasn’t I supposed to be at a party right about now?”

itching-powder rival panties:  Middle school certainly has gotten vicious these days.

Frank zappa current state creativity loss:  The present-day composer is presently decomposing, which surely cuts down on his ongoing creativity.

yasser arafat is schrodinger’s cat:  You’d have to open the coffin to be sure.

“ode to billie joe” king uszniewicz:  Now there’s a cover not even Brian Ibbott would play. (If you’re not familiar with King Uszniewicz and his Uszniewicz-Tones, start here.)

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Back in the paper again

Somewhere on staff there’s a friend
   ‘Cause the Monday op-ed
   Points to something I said
And I wonder when all this will end.

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Grim Spector

Left her in the hallway, while I watched, she died
Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Hoping they were gonna rule it suicide
Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Yeah, I watched, she died
No, it wasn’t suicide
And now I’m off to jail
Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

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A show tune from the future

The song of the seagull is different these days
Its cry has turned into a sneer
But no one has noticed the change in the air
Since all of those turbines came here
The sky and the ocean were sisters in sight
Reflecting each other in style
But now there are shadows that fall on the shore
And they’re going to be here for a while

The whirring of blades can be heard through the night
A slice here, a dice there, and more
Industrial processes ought to be banned
Their presence makes all of us poor
What happened to beauty, to sense of delight?
These horrid things really aren’t green
They’ve ruined our life on the hills by the sea
Where the wind turbine farm can be seen

They told us that this was the best of the ways
To produce all that power we used
We told them that surely there must be another
But bureaucrats coldly refused
“Since oil is just awful and nuclear worse
There’s no other option,” they said
And so they destroyed everything we hold dear
So our seaside existence is dead

We still hear the blades as they cut through the sky
From daybreak on into the night
We still see the shadows that fall on the shore
The darkness that shatters the bright
It wasn’t our fault that they built all these things
Our hands, they are perfectly clean
And we curse all the world from the hills by the sea
Where the wind turbine farm can be seen

(Suggested, quite unintentionally, by Tam.)

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Beef: it’s what’s for decoration

Rocket Jones backs away from the meat counter:

The newest fad at the supermarket is “All Angus Beef”. That’s right, if you eat those inferior breeds of cow, you aren’t getting “All Angus Beef”, and that is supposed to make you feel uncomfortable in some vague way.

And if that doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, this will. With apologies to the late Roger Miller:

    Here I sit, full, gettin’ ideas
    Ain’t nothin’ but a fool to eat like this
    T-bone steak, great entree
    Sucker cost me almost two days’ pay

    Angus, dang us,
    They oughta take a rope and hang us
    Ten ninety-nine a pound —
    Lordy, what a fool they found

    Just sittin’ round grillin’ on a Saturday,
    Six, eight burgers, maybe four filet,
    Total bill was like half the rent
    I mean thirty-eight dollars and forty-seven cent

    So Angus, dang us,
    They oughta take a rope and hang us
    Ten ninety-nine a pound —
    Lordy, what a fool they found

(Disclosure: Actually written after dinner last night.)

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