I haven't done much traffic circle blogging lately. Part of the reason is that the camera has been hosed on and off. I've also had less time. And, frankly, the traffic circle hasn't been much to look at recently. But now it's been spruced up. Someone even re-painted the, er, manhole cover.
Have I ever mentioned that my neighborhood, Duke Park, jokingly goes by the name "Dyke Park"? :)
"Thank god this 'Republican' administration is regulating the hell out of us and giving us someone else's money" said Dick Smallberries, an executive in charge of taking people's money at a large Wall Street business. "'Cause if we don't have any money, we, uh, can't do anything."
Up next week on Capitol Hill: a plan to bail out every business that's lost money over the last century. Could your childhood lemonade stand get a Federal handout 50 years after it closed?
Yesterday, as best I can remember, regular gasoline in Durham cost somewhere around $3.60-something a gallon. This morning in Chapel Hill, where it's usually a few cents more expensive, it was $3.70-something. I thought "Ok, gas prices are climbing again." Heh. Little did I know.
I just went to fill up.
Gas is $4.29 a gallon.
Yes, I know about the hurricane. But fuck me.
Edit: Tonight, a day later, the service station that had gas at $4.29 was down to $3.99. But the station across the street that also went up to $4.20-something was up to $4.59.
While I'm complaining: Crude oil prices peaked in Early July at about $145/barrel. Since then, the price of oil has come down below $100/barrel. That's a little over a 30% drop. In the same period, gas (ignoring today's swing) has dropped from $4.00-something a gallon to $3.60-something a gallon. That's only a 10% drop.
I imagine the oil companies are going to say that gas prices lag crude oil prices. But that lag only seems to happen when prices are dropping, not when they're going up. Today's display is just more of the same.
I'm not usually one to complain about commodity prices, especially considering there's two Middle East wars going on and a big-ass hurricane in the Gulf of Mexico. But if someone breaks something off in my ass, I feel the need to say ouch.