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Some whistleblower released the secret formula!
The most recently invented musical instrument: Bass Castanets!
Further proof of illicit government surveillance of law-abiding citizens. This is all that remains of a surveillance drone was recently downed with shotgun.
Surely you can guess the unifying theme here!
My favorite Conans: Conan the Destroyer, Conan the Cruiser, Conan the Battleship, Conan the O’Brien, and Sir Arthur Conan the Doyle!
The U.S. Mint must be saving money on artists to create their commemorative coins. The most distinctive feature on the silver Mark Twain coin is the flat and awkward foreground hand-with-pipe, which seems to bear no spacial relationship to the smirking face of Mr. Twain. The gold coin is even more notable, however, in that it appears to actually be a timely stealth tribute to the late great Lemmy Kilmister of Motörhead (sans chapeau).
Okay, I think I have got this figured out. If half-time is the midway point in an American football game, whole thyme must be the end of the game. So then, logically, fresh thyme must be the start of the game. And thyme leaves must be something from Doctor Who.
Doctor: What brings you to the Emergency Room today, Mr. Ontogeny?
Mr. Ontogeny: I feel really nauseous today, doc. I keep recapitulating phylogeny.
If Buffalo Annie were a comestible rather than a living, sentient being, this is what she would likely be. At least on some days.
In the High and Far-Off Times, in a galaxy far, far away, the Elephant, O Best Beloved, had no trunk. He had only a blueish, bulgy nose, as big as a boot, that he could wriggle about from side to side; but he couldn’t pick up things with it. But there was one Elephant—a new Elephant—an Elephant’s Child—who was full of ‘satiable curiosity, and that means he asked ever so many questions. And he lived on Tatooine, and he filled all Tatooine with his ‘satiable curiosities. He asked his tall aunt, the Kaminoan, why she walked just so, and his tall aunt the Kaminoan spanked him with her hard, hard hand. He asked his tall uncle, the Gungan, what made his skin spotty, and his tall uncle, the Gungan, spanked him with his rubbery, rubbery hand. And still he was full of ‘satiable curiosity! He asked his broad aunt, the Shaak, why her eyes were red, and his broad aunt, the Shaak, spanked him with her broad, broad hoof; and he asked his hairy uncle, the Wookie, why melons tasted just so, and his hairy uncle, the Wookie, spanked him with his hairy, hairy paw. And still he was full of ‘satiable curiosity! He asked questions about everything that he saw, or heard, or felt, or smelt, or touched, and all his uncles and his aunts spanked him. And still he was full of ‘satiable curiosity!
Finally this physical abuse and lack of communicability pushed the ‘satiable Elephant’s Child over the edge of sanity. He turned his ‘satiable curiosity to the dark, dark side, to master those powers that could alter his fate. So he played his jaunty music at local dives when he could get a paying gig, but, when not so occupied, the ‘satiable Elephant’s Child wreaked his terrible vengeance on his spanking relatives. Soon he was known no longer as Max Rebo, the ‘satiable Elephant’s Child; now he is known and feared only as Darth ‘Satiable, Blue Lord of the Trunk.
Frick: What makes an ophthalmologist laugh?
Frack: What?
Frick: Vitreous humor
This is it -- the face that has been haunting The Uncanny Daddalo. After great artistic struggles and self-hypnosis, the Uncanny One was able to capture the mysterious image with charcoal and paper. Perhaps now that this Image has been materialized, now it will leave the Daddalo’s consciousness and enter yours!
P.S. The Uncanny Daddalo may have a new career opportunity as a police sketch artist or the person who draws courtroom scenes when cameras may not intrude.
If you like the Uncle Wiggily stories or the Uncle Wiggily game, you are sure to love Publix’ Pecan Turtle Fudge ice cream. Or at least you will love the artwork on the ice cream carton. Doesn’t it look like this merry turtle gentleman would be a great friend for the kindly rabbit gentleman himself? And, by the way, the ice cream is quite delicious!
After the Uncanny Daddalo broke the bad news to the tomatoes, they were just crushed.
The Uncanny Daddalo will on occasion make an impulse purchase. Recently the Uncanny One succumbed to a perfect one-two marketing punch. The charming artwork on this Mayfield ice cream carton, plus the tantalizing combination of two of a Daddalo’s favorite flavors, proved to be an irresistible combination. Fortunately, not only is the carton design boffo, but the ice cream itself is delicious. But then jealousy reared its ugly head. Once the Daddalo allayed Buffalo Annie’s fears that he was in love with the Mayfield Cow, they both enjoyed a delightful dessert together.
Hyderabad, India -- The Uncanny Daddalo is clearly a North American species. He is embarrassed to learn, after lo these many years, that this city in India is called “Hyderabad,” and not “Hyperbad,” as he had always misread the name. Under his misreading, it sounded like something even cooler than “Super Fly” or “Super Bad”: it’s “Hyper Bad.” Oh well, at least he never said it aloud where others could hear it. But it still looks like an incredibly cool place. You might even say it’s Hyper Bad.
First the Uncanny Daddalo discovered Dr. Pepper lip balm in high school. Then he discovered Dr. Pepper gum in Texas during the ‘80s. Now, finally, comes Dr. Pepper candy twists! Pretty doggone tasty, he had hoped, but the flavor is a little disappointing after the first one or two. Maybe they are designed to be eaten in moderation? Such a foolish idea!
People keep pestering The Uncanny One, in search of a new musical experience. Well, if it must be told, The Daddalo has somehow gotten sidetracked by an oft neglected piece of the past: Frank Zappa and the Mothers’ classic debut double album, Freak Out! I can’t explain the irresistable force that keeps drawing me back to this album over the last couple of days. It was well ahead of its time in 1966 and still plays well today. Particularly engrossing are two of the most innovative tracks, “Help, I’m A Rock” and “The Return Of The Son Of Monster Magnet.” Check it out; enjoy; what it is.