Who between the ages of 25 and 35 has not put Mazzy Star’s Fade Into You on a mix for someone at some point?

Minorthird’s Copycat Monday Quarter-In-The-Jukebox

The Waterboys - The Whole Of The Moon

The Black Keys - 10 A.M. Automatic

The Beautiful South - Prettiest Eyes

Mazzy Star - Fade Into You

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According to my daughter, Old MacDonald “had to kick a kitty.”

Fortunately, she didn’t demonstrate and was just being silly with words. We shared a long laugh over that one this morning.

Adam Morrison’s game face bears a striking resemblance to Richard Kiel’s game face.

I didn’t know there was a court battle involving THE GREATEST SONG EVER WRITTEN. I did know, however, that Solomon Linda wrote it but is not credited in most cases. This floors me:

“In the 1950s, at a time when apartheid laws robbed blacks of negotiating rights, Linda sold worldwide copyright to Gallo Records of South Africa for 10 shillings — less than $1.70.”

Nice to see things being turned right.

Minorthird’s Copycat Monday Quarter-In-The-Jukebox

Hard-Fi - Tied Up Too Tight

Robert Deeble - The Secret Life Of Emily Dickinson

Randall Thompson - Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening (From Frostiana)

Manu Chao - Infinita Tristeza

Herman Dune - Not On Top

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During your planning and seedling planting for your summer garden, consider the Druzba Tomato. I hear it’s very tasty. Just another option for getting your daily helping of Druzba.

I love how kids pick up whole phrases first and figure out how to properly use them later by awkwardly inserting them into conversation. And so goes this snippet from this evening:

Her (from outside the bathroom): Daddy? Are you going to the bathroom?
Me: Yes…
Her: Oh! That’s a good idea!

Well yes, I guess it is one of my better daily ideas versus the otherwise constantly urinating on myself.

Minorthird’s Copycat Monday Quarter-In-The-Jukebox

Taco - Puttin’ On The Ritz

The Folk Implosion - One Part Lullaby

PP Arnold - The First Cut Is The Deepest

The Samples - Feel Us Shaking

Johnny Tillotson - Poetry In Motion

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Peter Tomarken and his wife died in a plane crash. There’s a loss to game show land.

Before I go any further I need to make the following tasteless but unavoidable joke before anyone else out in Innanet-land does and I can claim all rights and ownership:

Control tower operators reported that the last communication they received from Mr. Tomarken, who was piloting the plane, was a report of engine trouble followed by the repeated phrase, “No whammies! No whammies! No whammies!” until the plane lost contact shortly thereafter.

OK, now I can continue. As a non-celebrity, I’m constantly fed this line, by celebrities, that being a celebrity can be hell. Sure, having to choose between blowout partes in the Hamptons or St. Bart’s can be agonizing but I’ll tell you what has to be true hell: Hosting a game show named “Press Your Luck” and having that follow you around the rest of your life.

I guarantee you that, at least once a week, Peter Tomarken had to listen to some schmuck he just met say something like, “Oh Peter! You’re going to get the raw oysters? I wouldn’t press your luck!” This would inevitably be followed by an awkward pause for expected but never provided applause.

I’m sure Tomarken had it down to a science: “If they mention the show or they mention the whammies, I walk.”

I’ll bet Bob Barker long since stopped bothering doing his own shopping of any kind.
I’ll bet Lee Majors switched to using self-service tax software on a home computer as soon as he could.
And, I’ll bet Peter Tomarken stopped engaging in risky behaviors, after a while, just because it wasn’t worth it.

Seriously, do you think the guy ever went to Vegas?

Oh Peter, pop culture weeps tonight.