Recently, your team of Overthinking It writers decided to celebrate Labor Day by creating a product line so irresistible to consumers that none of us would ever have to work again. Readers, I give you… Overthinking It T-Shirts.

You’ve subjected the popular culture to a level of scrutiny it probably doesn’t deserve. Now, let that culture subject you to a level of scrutiny you probably don’t deserve, when you wear any of these fine creations out in public.

And, through Labor Day only, get free shipping or some such when you spend your cash money on our crap. Details on the individual shirt pages.

And stay tuned for our next line of merch, tentatively termed Underthinking It. They’re R-rated.

Slate recently ran an article about economists and strawberry pickin’ that you all ought to take a look at.

It’s well worth reading a whole thing, but the gist of it is that if you own a strawberry farm, and you let a bunch of econ professors mess with your strawberry pickers’ incentive structure, you will increase productivity tremendously, leading to profit.

This is great!  Or at least that’s how Slate feels about it.  I am much less sure.

One of my many vices is political blogs. I read a whole slew of them, several times a day (and lord help me, I even read the comments). I especially enjoy reading the progressive DailyKos, and the staunchly conservative RedState, to get two different perspectives.

So when they both publish nearly identical posts, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

My Friends,

Obviously, the presidential election is our focus right now. But there are other races going on too. Races that deserve our attention. I am, of course, referring to the current battle for the heart and soul of McDonaldland.

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Yesterday, at the Democratic National Convention, House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, when confronted by protesters advocating for more domestic drilling for oil, was quoted as saying:

“Can we drill your brains?”

A CLEAR SIGN THAT SPEAKER PELOSI HAS BEEN TURNED BY THE LIVING DEAD AND NOW HUNGERS FOR BRAINS…HUMAN BRAINS.

Overthinkingit.com has obtained EXCLUSIVE photographic evidence of Speaker Pelosi’s horrific new condition:

Residents of Denver: HEAD IMMEDIATELY TO YOUR NEAREST PUB OR SHOPPING MALL and prepare your defenses against the upcoming Democratic zombie onslaught.  Also, this book may come in handy.

Screenshots identified and connections explained, after the jump. Spoilers for many movies are found below. I don’t want to give away the titles yet, because the reveal is part of the fun… just proceed with caution, all right?

I really wish I could blame the Chinese for this one, but alas, it seems like the Brits censored their own Led Zeppelin and forced a minor lyrical change for a performance of “Whole Lotta Love” at the Olympic Closing Ceremonies.  Two reasons are cited in the news report; 1) organizers deemed a particular lyric “too racy” and 2) female singer Leona Lewis who sang with Robert Plant thought that the lyrics weren’t fitting of a female singer.

BEFORE: I’m gonna give you every inch of my love.

AFTER: I’m gonna give you every bit of my love.

As the Brits say, BULLOCKS. What’s rock and roll without double entendres?  See what happens when you start to sanitize some of rock’s greatest penis references after the jump:

Apparently I was not the only person who thought this.  Check it out:

And

Yeah.

I got to this from the Onion AV Club’s “videocracy” feature, which tracks the most popular videos on the intertubes.  This means that the odds of any of you not having already seen this are, to say the least, slim.  But I still want to link to it, just to express my intense enthusiasm… both for the clip itself, and for The Soup’s treatment of it.

“Art,” says Leonard Bernstein, ” … revives and readapts time and space, and the measure of its success is the extent to which it makes you an inhabitant of that world—the extent to which it invites you in and lets you breathe its strange, special air.”  So yeah.  For lack of a better word, I’d say this qualifies.