Top Ten Tuesdays: What defective products have we purchased from the Chinese?

Special extra dangerous edition!

11) Trident Gumm, the only gum made from actual tridents!

10) TiVo that only records government propaganda

9) Soylent Puppy Chow

8) Chinese water torture kit that delivers relaxing forehead massage

7) Steel wool jockstraps

6) General Tso’s Tastes-Just-Like-Chicken

5) Not-So-Brite Toothpaste

4) Finger traps made from recycled glass shards

3) The all-wheel drive Destructo with optional driver’s side body bag

2) Fisher Price’s My First Human Rights Kit (missing a few pieces)

1) Misfortune Cookies that predict grizzly death*

*probably from Chinese products

Fox News Family Feud

A game show stage shrouded in darkness. An ANNOUNCER speaks.

ANNOUNCER
Today, two groups of Fox News personalities will square off on the most Fair and Balanced game show in America....Fox News Family Feud.

The lights go up. There are two families. The Conservatives include SEAN HANNITY, GRETCHEN CARLSON, BRITT HUME, JOHN GIBSON, and MICHELLE MALKIN. Across from them are the Liberals, with only ALAN COLMES present.

ANNOUNCER
And now, let’s give a big welcome to your hostess, a lady who’s got more balls than a major league batting practice...Ann Coulter!

ANN COULTER strides out in a pants suit.

COULTER (adjusting crotch as she walks on stage)
Welcome to Fox News Family Feud, the show that reports what we decide to tell Fox News viewers! Let’s meet our families!

She walks over to the Conservatives.

COULTER (to Sean Hannity)
I know this handsome devil very well! Ladies and gentlemen, Sean Hannity!

Couler reaches over to kiss him on the cheek, but Hannity grabs her and tries to kiss her lips. Coulter shoves him off.

COULTER
Sean! Don’t make me spank you!

HANNITY (low)
Please do! I’ve been so bad.

COULTER
Just introduce your teammates, you boot licker.

HANNITY (composes himself)
From Fox & Fiends…(slaps his own cheek) sorry, Fox and Friends, the lovely Gretchen Carlson.

CARLSON
Hi! I heard Hillary is actually part of an Al Qaeda sleeper cell!

HANNITY
Next to her, the legendary Britt Hume.

HUME (twitching)
Grr…Mexicans!

HANNITY
Author and host John Gibson

GIBSON
I’ve written a new book, The War on Christmas in July: Why Liberals Hate Our Summer Retail Sales.

HANNITY
And finally, the one-and-only Michelle Malkin.

MALKIN (twitching)
Grr…Muslims!

COULTER (moving to the other side of the stage)
And over on my left, Alan Colmes, playing for the Wusses.

COLMES
Ann, how many times do I have to correct you? It’s pronounced “liberals.”

COULTER
Here we go. Wusses go first. One hundred Fox News viewers surveyed, top five answers on the board. A number of high profile Republicans have been caught in sex scandals. What encouraged them to engage in these affairs?

COLMES
I’ll say their suppressed sexual desires.

COULTER
You would say that….show me suppression of sexual desires.

There’s a BUZZ as the answer board flashes a big red X.

COULTER
Nice try, four eyes. (Moves to the other side of the stage.) Okay, conservatives, here’s your chance. What pushed these Republican congressmen down the path of sexual perversion?

HUME
Mexicans!

HANNITY
Not yet, Britt! (to Coulter) We’re going to go with Clinton’s Penis.

COULTER
Show me Clinton’s Penis!

The board DINGS and the top answer, with 100 responses, is Clinton’s Penis.

COLMES
Wait, if that’s 100, what are the other four answers?

The board turns the other four spots over, all of which are blank.

COULTER
All our viewers had the same answer, Alan. We just wanted to fool you. Okay, next question, for the Conservatives. One hundred Fox News viewers surveyed, top five answers on the board. Why are our borders flooded with illegal immigrants?

HUME and MALKIN (together)
Mexicans!

COULTER
Are you sure? Think really hard about your answer.

HUME
More Mexicans!

MALKIN
No, wait...the answer is Clinton’s Penis!

COULTER
Let’s see Clinton’s Penis!

The board DINGS and Clinton’s Penis is the number one answer, with 100 responses.

COULTER
Tough break Alan, but I’m sure you would have given me some nonsense answer anyway. Here’s your last shot. You have to get points here to get to the bonus round. One hundred Fox viewers surveyed, top two answers on the board. Why is John Edwards such a Brecht girl faggot pants?

COLMES
Is that really the question!

COULTER (checking her cards)
Oops, you’re right, that’s a draft of my next column. Here’s the actual question. Who was responsible for 9/11?

COLMES
Osama bin Laden.

COULTER
Show me Obama!

The board DINGS and the second spot is Barack Obama with 49 points.

COLMES
I said "Osama. "

COULTER (shrugs)
Yes, our judges accepted that, too. (Walking to Conservatives, who huddle together in a conference.) Okay, Conservatives, one more answer left. What’s it going to be?

HANNITY (breaking huddle)
We’re going to go with...Clinton’s Penis!

COULTER
Flash me Clinton’s Penis!

The board DINGS and Clinton’s Penis is number one with 51 responses.

COULTER
Since the Moonbats managed to score some points, they qualify for the double-bonus round. Conservatives, who’s going to go against Alan?

HANNITY
I’ll do it. I’m used to kicking his ass.

Hannity and Colmes square off in the center stage.

COULTER
This next prize is a big one. Johnny, tell them what they’re playing for...

ANNOUNCER
The winner of this round will receive...The White House!

A picture of The White House flashes on screen.

ANNOUNCER (cont.)
You’ll receive four to eight years in the most powerful political position on Earth, where you can spy on Americans, start wars, and treat the Constitution like a roll of Charmin.

A Diebold voting machine shows on the screen.

ANNOUNCER (cont.)
This fabulous prize is brought to you by Diebold, makers of fine electoral “voting” machines! When you need to win, you need Diebold!

COULTER
Sean, play or pass?

HANNITY
I’ll pass.

COULTER
Alan, here’s the question, and the top two answers are on the board. What is the greatest threat to American security in 2008?

COLMES (sighs)
Ugh

COULTER
Ten seconds. Right answer gives you the White House.

COLMES
(pauses) I can’t believe I’m going to say it, but...Clinton’s penis.

COULTER
That a boy! (to the board) Unleash Clinton’s penis!

The board DINGS and shows Clinton’s penis with 49 responses.

COULTER
Oh, close but no White House cigar! Sean, here’s your chance.

HANNITY
Wow, for once I agreed with Alan. But if it’s not Clinton's Penis, it must be...(snaps fingers) Hillary’s Penis!

The board DINGS and turns over Hillary’s penis with 51 responses.

COLMES
That’s preposterous, how can a woman have a penis!

COULTER
Oh, let me show you, my peg boy! (She grabs Colmes's hand and presses it to her crotch.) That’s all the time we have. Tune in next week when the Conservatives square off against five scarecrows playing for the Liberals!

Friday CJ Random 11

It’s one more random than 10!

It’s Friday the 13th, the universal day of bad luck. Usually I ward off any potential misfortune on this day by doing something else that’s supposed to bring bad luck, like multiplying two negative numbers to get a positive. So after I took a shower this morning, I toweled off with a black cat.

1) “ Ambulance” TV on the Radio. An a-cappella song with a nice dum-dum-dum bass vocal and good harmonies. I’m not a huge fan of these guys, but I do like how they get creative with their vocals.

2) “Hemispheres,” Rush. Oh sweet Jesus. Eighteen minutes, six parts, and an album cover that’s even too fruity for Toucan Sam. The song describes a battle between Apollo (the god of reason) and Dionysus (the god of love and emotion) for control humanity. They fight until a guy who went through a black hole in a song on the previous album asks why they just can’t get along. There’s also a gong.

Trying to maintain any semblance of cool while saying you like this is like charging a German machine gun nest while armed with Nerf arrows. But I do like the music, especially Alex Lifeson’s guitar playing. So just fire away while my Underoos are caught on the barbed wire.

3) “Off the Record,” My Morning Jacket. A great song that manages to be catchy and unpredictable. It starts with a bouncy reggae rhythm which leads into a poppy chorus. Then the second half makes a left turn at Albuquerque into a hazy, druggy jam. The only thing it needs is some Greek mythology.

4) “As Wicked,” Rancid. This is the punky opposite of "Hemispheres," and yet I love it equally. I feel a battle brewing....

5) “Changes,” Yes. Today, on this mystical Friday the 13th, two gods fight for control of one man's playlist: Punkus, the god of attitude and keeper the Three Mystical Guitar Chords; and Proggus, bringer of extended solos and harbinger of abrupt time signature changes. They fight a titanic struggle, with Punkus launching wave after wave of two minute burts of catchy fury, while Proggus returns fire with double-neck guitars behind towers of synthesizers. Back and forth they go, until our hero, the god Chillus, arrives. He waves his Rod of Chillin’ and cries out, “Silence!”

To be continued....

6) “Welcome Home,” Coheed and Cambria. And Chillus did wave his wand, and said “Behold, I give you Coheed and Cambria, bringers of punky energy and deliverers of proggy noodling. See how they combine these two elements and deliver the majesty of rock with the mystery of roll without making you choose between the two styles. Verily, you do not need to be an either/or cobag, cobag.”

And Chillus was right. And yea did Fuse play the videos of Coheed and Cambria, and lo how the emo kids and metal kids bought their records. And the gods looked down and said it was pretty good.


7) “September,” Ryan Adams. And we’re back with a quiet, beautiful, and sad song from Ryan Adams about a man remembering how his love died after being turned to stone by Medusa.

8) “Surf Wax America,” Weezer. A dark little ditty about a surfer dude who makes fun of people who have to go to work, then gets crushed beneath a wave and drowns. Maybe my favorite song from their debut album.

9) “The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll (Live),” Bob Dylan. This is from the Concert at Philharmonic Hall album. It’s funny, on every track, the audience lets Dylan play a few bars, then claps. I’ve never seen that happen at shows, yet it happens so regularly here, I figure it must have been the style of the time. Do people still do this, or is it a quaint old custom like pipe smoking or saving yourself for marriage?

10) “Low Low Low,” James. I have to credit The Lovely Becky for getting me to look past their hit “Laid” and digging to this album. Good, catchy Britpop.

11) “Overkill,” Colin Hay. An acoustic version of my favorite Men at Work song. I downloaded after seeing him sing it on an episode of Scrubs, a show which balances sentimentality with rapid-fire bursts of sarcastic dialog. That seems like an appropriate coda to this week’s list.

I'm currently in the studio working on next week's list, an 11-part concept post about the eternal struggle between Cuddlus, the God of Romance, and and Bonerisus, Bringer of Erections. I'm just trying to figure out where to put the gong.

Hope to finish something and post this weekend, but until then, drink up! It’s happy hour someplace.

Top Ten Tuesdays: How are we beating the heat?

Special extended heat wave edition!

12) Getting out of the kitchen and back to Arizona.

11) Crying frozen tears on wife's very cold shoulder.

10) Launching massive nuclear attack to trigger early winter.

9) Commuting heat from boil to simmer.

8) Going commando and straddling the air vents in the office.

7) Enjoying the air conditioning in the unemployment office.

6) Injecting actual ice water into veins.

5) Replacing current marital aids with Freeze Pops.

4) Refusing to deliver temperature readings to Congressional committee.

3) Scarfing latest Ben & Jerry’s flavor, “Chunky Freon.”

2) Renting lakeside timeshare in the Ninth Circle of Hell.

1) Fighting the heat in the desert so we don't have to fight it over here.

Eight Is Enough to Fill My Blog With a Meme

I just flew in from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and boy are my arms tired!

I am back in The IC (for those of you scoring at home) after moving to the UP. The Lovely Becky and I have work stuff going on here this month, so even though we have obtained a new house in our new home town, we are back in our old home town for a couple of weeks, staying with our friends SER and BH and their new wee one, S-to-the-Ren. SER and BH demonstrated remarkable adorableness today by singing Beatles songs to S-t-t-R, including "I'm Only Sleeping" to put the little lad to sleep. Those are the sorts of things that maintain my faith in humanity.

While exhausting, the trip went pretty well. We took a couple days off to go to Lake Geneva for a quick, drunken vacation with TLB's college friends. The closing on the new house went smoothly, but the people we bought it from mistakenly thought they had a self-cleaning kitchen, because much of it looked like it hadn't been cleaned since the Iranian Hostage Crisis. We fought grease with elbow grease and managed to get the counters back to their natural white. I almost caused TLB to add coffee stains to the floor when I portrayed a character, Mr. Lightswitch, thanking me for cleaning him. Oh, thank you so much, I was trapped under all this grime, and now I can see again! I said in a squeaky voice. And thank you for cleaning my true love, the dishwasher! Yes, being married to me is the gift that keeps on giving.

Right before I began my four-state Upper Midwest tour, Jennifer had tagged me with a meme. I have to name eight (hopefully) interesting, random facts about me. I was dreaming when I wrote this, so please sue me if it goes astray....

1) When I was in seventh grade, I was in a group called The Glazed Chickens. Not a rock group. Not a comedy group. Just a group of dorks like me. There were seven of us, divided into ranks. The head guy was the Archgiglioid. My best friend Tom was the Vice Giglioid. I don't remember what my title was, which means it wasn't that good. The regular people outside the group were Sheep. People that we didn't like were either Sub-Sheep, Sub-She-Sheep, or Sub-She-Sheep-Execretement. At one point, our principal heard about us, and thought we were some kind of gang. She actually asked Tom about what we did, like we were running drugs or starting fights.

2) The gang thing was especially funny because the only thing The Glazed Chickens ever did, besides label people, was write The Joke Book. We had a green Mead notebook, emblazoned with our mascot, this goofy cartoon character called Derange-O the Clown, and we wrote every single joke the seven of us had ever heard. If they weren't directly lifted from books like Truly Tasteless Jokes, they were in that same vein. We categorized them by subject: Sex Jokes, Religious Jokes, Leper Jokes, and so on. We had a chapter on Helen Keller Jokes, and whenever Tom and I happen to mention The Joke Book, we always remember this joke:

What did Helen Keller say when someone gave her a cheese grater?

That's the most violent book I ever read.

I really wish I still had The Joke Book, but when the principal started investigating our gang activities, we destroyed it because we worried we would get suspended or expelled. Let's just say we weren't a very tough gang.

3) I once traveled from Iowa City to Virginia to see Rush in concert. It was the Rush 30th anniversary tour, and I wanted to go see them with Tom. We are both big Rush fans, so much so that no matter what song they would have played from the 17 albums they had released by that point, we probably would have known all of the words. Anyway, as we were enjoying the concert, I heard the first acoustic notes of "The Trees," one of their old classics and one of my favorites. As soon as I recognized it, I let out a very loud, "Fuck yeah!"

Tom, every bit as much of a Rush nerd as I am, turned to me and asked, "Did you just say, 'Fuck yeah'?" As if he was asking me if I had just wet myself.

"Yeah," I replied meekly. At least my pants were dry.

4) I have gone skinny dipping twice. The first time was in high school in San Diego. My friends and I were at a party at Mission Beach. One very drunk friend suggested that the group of us -- five guys -- go swimming. Naked. We had to be hammered because, despite being at an age where guys are very wary about appearing "gay," the suggestion didn't sound the least bit gay to us. Off we went, off came the clothes, and we jumped in the water and swam around for a bit. After about a half hour, we headed back to the party, our clothes sticking to us because we had not thought about drying off ahead of time. In the interim, the police had shown up and busted up the party, throwing some of the drunker kids into the backs of the squad cars. Our little naked excursion had probably saved us from getting busted.

The second time, TLB and I were at a wedding in Tampa with a bunch of her friends from college. We were all staying at a hotel right on the beach. One friend in particular, Todd, was always promoting some type of nude activity. The combination of booze, post-college nostalgia, and beach led to all of us taking him up on an offer to go skinny dipping. About a dozen of us stripped and piled into the water under the moonlight. Todd, however, thought TLB had kept on her swimsuit and called her on it. My quite naked wife bounced up above the water line and said, "Do these look like a swimsuit to you?" That's just one reason (or is it two?) that she's my soul mate.

5) I have alluded to this before, but never fully confessed it: I was a pretty serious Republican until the 1992 election. All through high school, I was a staunch Reagan supporter, and in fact got pretty annoyed with TLB when she would wear her "I survived the Reagan Administration" button on her jacket. I once got into an argument with a very liberal friend about how China's human rights record should not affect its Most Favored Nation trading status. I voted for Bush in 1988.

So what turned me around? A lot of things, such as studying the CIA in grad school and living in New York City. But honestly, it was when I realized that the Republican Party was the party of John Lithgow in Footloose, and I would much rather be Kevin Bacon, driving around while cranking Quiet Riot and trying to get it on with the preacher's daughter.

6) I have never seen The Godfather. I really don't know why, but it's my biggest popular culture gap.

7) I went through the Second City comedy writing program in Chicago. For a year, my classmates and I wrote sketches each week and brought them in, eventually using our best stuff to create a show that students in the acting/improv program performed. Pack for the Afterlife was the closing sketch and song for the show, and hearing people laugh at my stuff was one of the greatest feelings I've ever had.

8) Circle Jerk at the Square Dance was originally the title of a novel I was writing, about a group of people putting on a sketch comedy show. The structure allowed me to insert sketches into the story, such as The Osbournes Animal Planet. I eventually reached a point where I realized the novel was never going to work, got very depressed about ditching the novel, and wound up not writing for a while. The wise TLB suggested I start a blog, partly as an outlet for the comedy bits that filter through my head, but also to get me out of my creative funk. I struggled with what to call it, until she said, "You should call it Circle Jerk at the Square Dance."

You see, I married her for her mind as much as her moonlit bosoms.

I'm not going to tag anyone since so many have done this one. Back with a Top Ten on Tuesday, and hopefully a couple new sketches I thought of while I was on the road.

Top Ten Tuesdays: How are we celebrating our independence?

10) Exercising right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of bratwurst.

9) Giving People magazine the names, numbers, and photos of all the CIA agents we don't like.

8) Returning copy of How to Survive as the Sweetheart of the Cell Block to the G. Gordon Liddy.

7) Requiring all new American flags to be made by extinct American textile workers.

6) Balancing system of checks on our non-Executive Branch middle finger.

5) Showing the fierce, noble American spirit that resisted tyranny by blowing up a bunch of illegal shit in our backyards.

4) Offering American flag ball gag to all dungeon customers.

3) Forcing the President to watch Born on the Fourth of July until even he can see the parallels.

2) Watching fireworks show that explodes into a brilliant representation of an undisclosed CIA prison.

1) Smothering it with cheese.

Homeless

Today, The Lovely Becky and I said goodbye to our house:



It was our first home. Owning a first home is a lot like having sex for the first time. You're excited but nervous at the same time, eager to join the club but not completely sure what to do. You say things like, "I don't know the first thing about laying pipe," "Are you sure it's okay to drill here?" and "If I put that in my mouth, will I get lead poisoning?" The more time you spend in that house, though, the more it feels like home, to the point where you feel totally comfortable walking around it with no pants on. But today, if I walk around that house pantless, the new owners will have me arrested. That makes me sad.

We now begin our trek toward The North Pole the Upper Peninsula, which apparently is the hot place for Sasquatches. If you happen to read a story, "Michigan man dragged from home by Bigfoot; Guitar Hero controller all that remains," you can bet it's me. However, it's not time to turn the lights out just yet, as we're coming back home to the IC for most of July. So I'll save the Top Ten Tuesdays: What Will We Miss About Iowa list for another few weeks.

For now, I'll just keep doing what I've been doing all week, humming a bit of The Smithereens' "House We Used to Live In."

Top Ten Tuesdays: Why are we getting out of jail early?

10) Because our Daddy is the bestest Daddy evar!

9) Girlfriend brought us Panera’s newest sandwich, Focaccia a la File.

8) Reached plea bargain to do community service in form of jailhouse-themed porn.

7) We only peddled our political authority for sex and money. It’s not like we sold drugs.

6) Needed to be out by the season finale.

5) The rule of law is no match for the power of TMZ.com!

4) Cashed in our “Survive 21 Waterboardings, Get Out of Jail Free! Card” with the US military.

3) Took advice of pal Sharon Stone and removed our legal briefs.

2) The Vice President promised we’d get pardoned if we took the rap, and he wouldn’t lie to us. Stop laughing!

1) Because jails are for poor people, silly!

Mind Over Matter

Inside the living room of a house. There are huge boxes all over the floor, a couch, a television, some lamps, a bookcase with books piled on the floor next to it, and other furnishings. ASHLEY sits on the couch talking on the phone.

ASHLEY
I don't care how good looking he is, Julie, you know I have to have some brains to go with the brawn. (Knocking at the door) Look, the movers are here, I have to go.

She hangs up and opens the door. MITCH MITCHELL and his twin brother MARTY enter. Mitch and Marty are twenty-something and stand about five feet tall.

ASHLEY
Oh, hi. Can I help you?

MITCH
Hi, ma'am, you must be Ashley. I'm Mitch Mitchell, this is my brother Marty. We're from Mind Over Matter Movers.

MARY
Really? I mean, of course you are. I've been, uh, expecting you.

MITCH
Mind if we start in this room?

ASHLEY
No, go right ahead.

MITCH
Okay. I'll get this TV. Marty, grab those lamps over there.

MARTY
(sarcastically, saluting his brother)
Yes, Herr General

Mitch turns to face the TV, which is bigger than he is. Marty pretends to be surveying the living room as he approaches Ashley.

MARTY
Hi there.

ASHLEY
Hi. Sorry for the double-take there, I just expected somebody...

MARTY
Older?

ASHLEY
No, a little more...traditional. In the mover sense.

MARTY
Well, can more traditional movers do this?

Marty stares at two lamps on the floor. Slowly, they begin to levitate off the ground. They rise into the air and rotate around each other. Marty makes juggling motions with his hands.

ASHLEY
Wow! That's amazing!

MARTY
(nonchalantly)
What, you've never seen someone juggle before?

Mitch turns and sees his brother playing around with the lamps.

MITCH
Oh, jeez, not again.

Mitch stares at his brother intently. Suddenly Marty's head snaps forward as if he's been hit from behind. The lamps plunge to the ground. Marty stops them only a few inches above the floor. Marty turns to his brother.

MARTY
Hey! What'd you do that for?

MITCH
How many times do I have to tell you about showing off on the job?

Marty sullenly sets the lamps back on the floor.

MITCH
I apologize for my brother. He has trouble staying focused sometimes.

ASHLEY
Don't apologize, I think it's cool. How did he do that?

MITCH
Actually, it's kind of a mystery.

MARTY
No it's not. We were abducted by aliens.

ASHLEY
Really?

MITCH
Marty! (to Ashley) That's not true, ma'am --

MARTY
Yeah it is. Mitch and I were driving late one night when we saw this bright light. Next thing you know, we're on this alien ship with these metal probes up our butts. When they brought us back, we could move stuff with our minds. I think they must have stuck these computer chips up there or something.

MITCH
(laughing nervously)
That's my brother, always telling stories. We don't really have an explanation. It's just something that happened to us.

MARTY
(whispering to Ashley)
It was the butt probes.

MITCH
Anyway, this is all irrelevant. We should get back to work, Marty.

Mitch turns back to the television set. He stares at it, slowly raising it off the TV stand. He lets out a little grunt, his face strained. Ashley watches in fascination. Mitch raises it for a second, then turns it so it can fit through the door. He grunts as he "carries" it out the door.

MARTY
(to Ashley)
I think the aliens forgot to take the pole out of Mitch's ass.

Ashley laughs as Marty departs for the family room. Ashley returns to packing. Marty calls out from the other room.

MARTY
Ashley, check it out.

Ashley turns to look. Marty enters, riding a surfboard hovering three feet off the ground. He makes motions like he's trying to ride an actual wave.

MARTY
(singing)
"Let's go surfin' now, everybody's learning how. . ." Come on, Ashley, sing with me.

ASHLEY
(laughing)
You're too much.

Mitch returns from outside and sees Marty on the board.

MITCH
Goddammit!

He stares at his brother. Marty receives a phantom blow to the chest, knocking him off the surfboard and onto the very hard, uncarpeted floor. Marty shakes his head, then stands up.

MARTY
Why'd you have to knock me down like that?

Marty levels his gaze at his brother. Mitch gets an invisible shove to his shoulder.

MITCH
Because you're worthless. Every time we move someone we go through this. You screw around while I work my brain off.

Mitch stares at his brother, shoving his shoulder with a telekinetic push.

MARTY
That's because I hate this stupid job. "Let's go into business for ourselves," you said. What a waste! We could be in the circus--

MITCH
Here we go, always with the circus. Maybe I don't want to make a living by having people stare at me like I'm some freak!

Mitch gives Marty an extra hard shove, causing him to take a few steps back.

MARTY
They don't stare at you because you're a freak. They stare at you because you're an asshole.

Marty levitates three large books in the air and launches them at his brother. Mitch dodges the first two, but the third nails him square in the nose.

Mitch stares at the surfboard. One end swiftly rises up, hitting Marty in the face. Ashley finally steps in.

ASHLEY
Both of you, stop it! Either you knock this off or I will get more traditional movers!

MITCH
(holding his nose)
I'm sorry, ma'am. Please forgive us. Come on, Marty, let's get back to work.

MARTY
(rubbing his forehead)
Okay, okay. Sorry, Ashley.

MITCH
Look, I'll take the kitchen. Why don't you finish out here?

Mitch exits. Marty goes up over to Ashley.

MARTY
Say, I know I didn't make a great first impression, but I was wondering . . . .

ASHLEY
(focusing on Marty intently)
Yes, you're just my type and I would love to. Pick me up Friday, 8:30.

Marty raises an eyebrow then smiles. In the background, a couch begins to levitate.

ASHLEY
And I don't do that on the first date.

The couch hits the floor with a thud.

Friday CJ Random 11

It's one more random than 10!

We had some pretty ominous looking clouds early last night. I was getting ready to go out to get groceries, and our cat, Jonesy, came racing inside off the porch when I opened the front door. I turned to TLB and said, “O noes, u haz a funnel cloud!” Seriously, it’s like I haz LOLcatropy and can't stop myself. Maybe I was bitten by a wereLOLcat looking for a cheezburger.

Onto the list...

1) “Killing an Arab,” The Cure. Hey, the Bush theme song! And like everything else, he would completely miss the actual point.

2) “You Are Invited,” The Dismemberment Plan. Do you like human-beatbox-sounding drum machines, superfluous annoying sound effects, and atonal 20-something moping about some party bullshit? Then this is the song for you! Me, not so much. They release the rock emergency brake briefly, but only long enough to remind me how much I dislike the rest of the song. Awesome band name, however.

3) “Strange Condition,” Pete Yorn. If I had been a single 20/30-something when this album came out, this would have been my sex-music closer. You know, we’ve had a nice dinner, we’ve had some good wine, I’m being funny, etc. Now I just need to not blow the lead. In that situation, I’m not telling Rush to warm up in the bullpen. But I’ve been married since I was 12, so I don’t have to worry about these things.

4) “Shadows in the Rain,” The Police. I will sacrifice a little hipster doofus cred to say I like Sting’s jazzy, uptempo version of this song from Dream of the Blue Turtles rather than this plodding reggae version, complete with so much bland noodling from Andy Summers, I think he’s playing an electric bag of Ramen.

5) “You Are a Light,” Pavement. Lazy even for Pavement. I think they recorded this while sitting in Lay-Z-Boys, until the producer flipped the wooden lever and forced them to stand up and rock at the end.

6) “Someone to Love,” Fountains of Wayne. Such a disappointing new album from a group I really like. This song is indie pop color-by-numbers:

1. Disco-Beat Silver
2. Pop-Culture Reference Blue (Coldplay and King of Queens popping up in the same song!)
3. Distorted Guitar Red
4. Flock-Of-Synthesizers Magenta, and
5. Listener Malaise Maize.

7) “Freedom,” Amos Lee. Amos Lee is like a blusier Pete Yorn, and the dilemma of liking artists like this is discussing said artists with rock guys, who may find them too delicate. For instance, my friend Bob and I went to see Amos Lee perform recently. Bob mentioned this to one of his serious rock friends. “Amos Lee?” Bob’s friend asked, “What are you, some kind of pussy?” I have to admit, I had to admire the Paul Rudd-ianness of his observation.

8) “Moon Over Shark City,” Devin Davis. The beauty of Teh Internets is how much easier it is to find cool artists you’ve never heard of. Devin Davis is from the Matthew Sweet school of big-ass power pop that tickles my taste buds like a Take 5 Bar. This song in particular has a fuzzy guitar riff that reminds me of Bowie’s “Suffragette City.”

9) “The Flame,” Cheap Trick. O noes! Brando confession time. This was the wedding song for The Lovely Becky and me. I know, I know, and I guarantee you that the thoughts running through your head right now have run through ours a hundred times. But here’s the thing: this song was very huge when we started dating, and we were very young when we started dating. Plus, when you have to do the long-distance relationship thing in college the way we did, you should get some slack if maudlin ballads by former rock greats make you a little fucking sentimental. “Bizarre Love Triangle,” which was much more our song, was too fast for first-dance wedding action. And my sense of irony was still at Alanis levels, which kept me from suggesting something like “Sister Christian” or Loverboy’s “Hot Girls in Love.” But despite all of this hemming and hawing, this song still reminds me of marrying TLB, and that alone makes it worth keeping it in the rotation.

10) “Operation: Mindcrime,” Queensrÿche. TLB’s classic reaction whenever I mention this group is, “Queensrÿche? Really?” Like I should be embarrassed in a Costanza-with-a-Glamour-magazine way. And perhaps I should. The umlaut is unforgivable. “Silent Lucidity” has the unique combination of being composition-class pretentious and testicle-shrinking wussy along the lines of Extreme’s “More than Words.” But the Operation: Mindcrime album is one of the best metal albums ever recorded. The 1984-flavored story is actually pretty good and the music kicks ass on nearly every track. If I have to swallow a little pride and a couple umlauts, so be it.

11) “15 Minutes,” The Strokes. And we’re back on the solid footing of indie rock acceptability.

Bonus video. Loverboy. Performing “Hot Girls in Love.” In a mall. In Calgary.

Have a great weekend!

Poll: 68% of Republicans “Totally Not Shitting” About Disbelieving Evolution

In a rare move by America’s most prominent polling group, The Gallup Organization decided to verify the results of an earlier poll on evolution because the results were so hard to believe.

The original poll, which revealed an almost even split between Americans who believed in evolution and those who did not, also showed that 68 percent of Republicans did not believe in evolution.

“With every poll we do, there are always people who may hold unpopular or seemingly ridiculous views,” said Noah Wey, a senior statistical analyst. “For instance, 11 percent of Americans still supported President Richard Nixon, even after admitted he had broken the law and resigned. But when we saw that two-thirds of Republicans did not believe in evolution, we thought we had made an error.”

Skip Tickel, vice president for anomalous analysis, put it more bluntly. “I said, ‘Are you shitting me?’I know the GOP has a very strong religious base, sure, but it’s also made up of a lot of educated rich people. Captains of industry, government leaders, and so on. It’s one thing to start wars based on faulty assumptions or say you hate gay people for political advantages, but I could not believe so many Republicans felt this way about such a solid scientific principle. So I authorized a follow-up poll to verify the results.”

Mr. Tickel’s outburst actually inspired the follow-up question, which the pollsters felt needed to be strongly worded in order to confirm the results. They were confirmed in spades. Here was the question and results:

Considering all the proof supporting evolution, and the fact that there is no scientific evidence supporting the literal interpretation of the Biblical story of creation, were you shitting us when you said you didn’t believe in evolution?
Shitting you: 0%
Totally not shitting you: 100%

“We expected some demographic differences,” said Mr. Wey. “We broke it down by the major GOP groups: mouth-breathers, blowhards, greedy bastards, messianic zelaots, and knuckle-draggers. But they all agreed they were not shitting us.”

“I actually cried when I saw the results,” said Mr. Tickel. “Just wept for my country. I’ve never wished so hard for a poll to be wrong. But I want to believe and what the evidence says are two different things.”

Mr. Tickel added that he was “deathly afraid” of next month’s poll asking if the sun revolved around the earth.

Top Ten Tuesdays: What revisions are we making to the immigration bill?

10) Hiding border patrol agents in Trojan Piñatas.

9) Using series of Guinness Fly Traps to round up Irish on St. Patrick’s Day.

8) Bestowing automatic green cards for shortstops with good range and power.

7) Redirecting the Big Dig to construct one-way tunnel to China.

6) Deporting anyone adding “eh?” to end of non-interrogative sentences.

5) Restoring the God-given right of poor Americans to work menial jobs for immigrant wages.

4) Mandating that all NBA players have at least one vowel per syllable in last names.

3) Using light bulb installation test to catch illegal Polish immigrants.

2) Rounding up all angry white guys and returning them to their native homeland, Idaho.

1) Granting all illegal immigrants “shamnesty,” which will allow them to stay here until the next wave of elected assholes decides otherwise.

Lolcat Bibel Tranzlation Project

Three Bulls, always at the forefront of Internet trends, has been going crazy with lolcat posts (see teh lolcat Wikipedia defnishion if u dont noes wut lolcat iz). Today, plover started the Lolcat Bibel Tranzlation Project with Teh Booxxor of Joob (loosely translated, "Take This and Shove It Up Job") The post also has my retelling of the story of David and Bathsheeba. A brief excerpt:

Day-vid: im on mai roof, watchin u scrub urself. U r hot.

Bath5eeba: creepy. i haz husband. he iz hittite.

Day-vid: wut iz hittite?

Bath5eeba: not shur. but he iz 1.

Day-vid: w/e. he haz 2 fite 2day.

Bath5eeba: oh noes!

Day-vid: sry.

As the cool kids say, read the whole thing. At this rate, Teh Stry of Danyell and teh Lions D3n may be finished by tomorrow.

Friday CJ Random 11

It’s one more random than 10!

I am dedicating this Friday 11 to the person or persons who felt compelled to remind me and everyone else that my story about Mitt Romney promoting dry humping was not real. That sort of thing has happened a few times here, and it makes me very, very proud of my work. On to the list!

1) “Doctor Jimmy,” The Who. Quadrophenia is my favorite Who studio album (with Live at Leeds my overall favorite). It holds up much better than Tommy and rocks as hard as Who’s Next.

2) “Your Picture,” Camera Obscura. I don’t know why, but this song—featuring a beautiful acoustic guitar melody and male vocal—makes me think of the guy singing on the stairs in Animal House, right before John Belushi destroys his guitar. Once you have an association like that, it’s impossible to erase. My apologies to Camera Obscura.

3) “Strange Brew,” Cream. Fossils like me can not only remember a time when MTV played music videos all the time, but had a feature called Closet Classics where they played old classic videos. They used to play the video for this song a lot. I am not sure if it was drugs or an electric shock that caused Eric Clapton’s hair to look like he should be singing in the B-52s. But I do know it takes divine intervention to outdo the fashion disaster that is Ginger Baker’s cape. Clapton is indeed God.

4) “Afterimage,” Rush. Synthesizers, like cheese, should be stamped with an expiration date. I love the band, I like this song, but it’s filled with those 80s synths that sound so out of style: not cheesy enough to be 70s retro, not realistic enough to be 90s samples. My perscription for synth poisoning: Take two Casios and call me in the morning.

5) “Tired of Sex,” Weezer. This is actually a slightly modified cover version of a song I wrote in college, “Tired of No Sex.”

6) “Zombie Eaters,” Faith No More. I saw them play this song at Oakland’s Day on the Green, with Soundgarden, Queensrÿche(!), and Metallica. During the slow opening part of this song, I tried pushing my way up through the masses to get closer to the stage. The crowd got too dense, though, and I encountered the Crowd Tide, where you're so close together that any little movement triggers this huge ripple effect. I was a little claustrophobic. Then the thrashy part kicked in, and the entire crowd broke into a mosh. I saw this one huge guy stumbling around dazed with a big cut on his forehead and blood rushing down his face. Right then, like something out of a Spiderman movie, I imagined this newspaper spinning around with a headline that read, “Dozens Trampled to Death at Day on the Green Concert.” Thankfully, the story wasn't written, but I decided the view looked better from the back. Despite my love for it, I am so not metal.

7) “Watch Out for Me, Ronnie,” Yo La Tengo. From the awesomely-titled I Am Not Afraid of You and I Will Kick Your Ass. There’s no quiet shoegazing here, either, as the song laces up its boots and pulls the leg back from the get go.

8) “Running Train,” Geddy Lee. Have you ever accidentally bought light cheese, thinking it's the real thing and not seeing the "lite" on the packaging? You unwrap it and take a bite, and realize that even though it looks, feels, and smells the same, it’s not the same. That’s what this song is. Not bad, but it lacks extra creamy awesomeness of full-fledged Rush.

9) “Tell Her About It,” Billy Joel. Later rerecorded by Christie Brinkley as “Tell My Lawyers About It.” You can practically smell the schmaltz.

10) “Just What I Needed,” The Cars. Speaking of “she married that?” guys, I don’t think we’ll ever see a greater looks mismatch by two people who seem genuinely in love than the Ric Ocasek/Paulina Porizkova marriage. It’s like Joe DiMaggio’s 56-game hit streak. When Paulina appeared on The Colbert Report recently, she looked stunning. My college roommate had the famous swimsuit poster of her, and she looks even better now. Ocasek has also appeared on Colbert, and he looks the ugly stick used to beat Dorian Gray’s portrait. But God bless him for writing this song, which is on my desert island 10.

11) “Everybody’s Happy Nowadays,” The Buzzcocks. This was used in an AARP ad earlier this year. You know that expression, “When X happens, God kills a kitten?” This is one of those Xs. But it could be worse—at least they didn’t use “Orgasm Addict” for an abstinence PSA.

Have a good weekend.

Romney Introduces Plan to Rub Out Teen Pregnancy

WASHINGTON - The problem of teen pregnancy has perplexed Americans of all political orientations. But the efforts of pro-contraception liberals bumping up against conservatives pushing abstinence has simply led to painful, inflamed impasse. Now Republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney hopes he has a compromise position that will satisfy both sides: dry humping.

The act—formally labeled coitus clothus—involves two people simulating the act of intercourse while still wearing clothes. It is known by a number of slang terms, including “knocking boots with your boots still on,” “button-fly bumping,” and “Friday night at BYU.”

The last term comes from the practice’s enormous popularity among young Mormons. The Mormon church forbids unmarried men and women from engaging in sex outside of marriage, but this ruling grinds against the problem of chronic erections and the desire to make boys like you.

Governor Romney, a Mormon, acknowledged that his experience in Utah inspired this Solomonic compromise. “Ideally, men and women should refrain from sex until marriage,” said Romney. “But we don’t live in an ideal world, so the Mormon faith has allowed this practice to slide up and down a bit. And, since the man’s seed never actually touches the ground, it technically does not meet the Biblical criteria for onanism.”

Other Republican candidates have not been so enthusiastic. Senator Sam Brownback of Kansas—an Evangelical Christian—replied, “It takes more than two layers of clothing to keep the sin of premarital relations from seeping into our culture. It’s not just about preventing pregnancy. It’s about having a healthy attitude about sexual repression.”

Former New York mayor Rudi Giuliani also doubts the feasibility of the program. “Dry humping has a low longevity rate, as the longer a couple is together, the greater the chances of the moose getting loose.” Giuliani has promoted his own initiative to satisfy teen sexual urges and while preventing pregnancy, the “Just the Tip” program. “It’s very much like ‘Just Say No,’ but with a little bit of ‘Yes,’” he explained.

Some have also attacked Governor Romney’s dry humping initiative as sexist. “Clearly, this is a program that puts male sexual needs first,” said Dr. Cindi Shebop of the Hitachi Center for Stimulation Studies, a female sexuality think tank. “Studies have shown that the odds of dry humping producing a female orgasm are 173:1, compared to the 73:1 odds that actual intercourse will produce a female orgasm.

“God, this job is depressing,” she added.

Despite the criticism, Romney stands by his platform. “You have to ask yourself, what would you rather do? Treat unwanted babies, or treat stains in your khakis? I say praise the Lord and pass the Shout Wipes.”

Why were we greeted so enthusiastically by the Albanians?

10) Crowds thought they were seeing Taylor Hicks.

9) Crowds thought they were seeing Bill Clinton.

8) President lifted his shirt to show his Zog Life tatoo.

7) In Albanian, “Enough is enough, Kosovo is independent” translates to, “The Serbs, the Serbs, the Serbs are on fire, we don’t need no water, let the motherfuckers burn!”

6) Albanians relieved that cannons fired by Secret Service agents only contained Bush/Cheney campaign t-shirts.

5) Not much else going on since it’s another week until goat racing season.

4) US Naval warplanes dropped thousands of leaflets offering 20% off at the Tirana Gap.

3) President offered the three tallest Albanians an NBA tryout.

2) Albanian government warned that if the crowds didn’t cheer loudly, Vice President Cheney would steal their children in the night.

1) As formerly the most backward part of the Iron Curtain, they really appreciate incompetent oligarchs.

Friday CJ Random 11

It’s one more random than 10!

1. “Narc,” Interpol. They make even break up songs sound so fashionable, like here... The couple sits at a New York restaurant with no less than a 28 score in the Zagat guide. His yearning heart beats beneath an exquisitely tailored virgin wool suit ($895 from Hugo Boss). He reaches across the table, pleading, the candlelight glinting off his TAG Heuer Carrera Automatic Chronograph ($2,695), her Christmas gift to him that she so adorably called a "watch." She cries but remains firm in her decision, her mascara tears disappearing into her black silk stretch cocktail dress, ($365 from Nicole Miller) until she reaches into her Hobo International Double-Frame clutch ($98) for a tissue.

2. “Chicago,” Sufjan Stevens. The album art actually spells out Illinoise. When I was in college, I once made a mix tape called Illin’ Noize. This is why Sufjan Stevens is famous and I am not. Side note: I have an uncontrollable attraction to songs filled with regret.

3. “A Pair of Brown Eyes,” The Pogues. This is from an album with one of my favorite titles, Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash. A beautiful song dampened, as many Irish songs are, with Jameson tears. Bonus points for Shane MacGowan’s surprisingly clear enunciation.

4. “California,” Semisonic. If you’re looking for a good music-related beach read, pick up So You Want To Be a Rock and Roll Star by Jacob Slichter, Semisonic’s drummer. It’s a smart, funny look at the career of a one-hit wonder that deserved better.

5. “Come in Alone,” My Bloody Valentine. The record that the staff at Pitchfork would love to marry (they named it their #1 album of the 90s). Personally, while I like it and certainly don’t mind having dinner with it, the relationship ends at the doorstep. It just has too many distortion issues for me to get involved long term.

6. “Charmless Man,” Blur. I wish I could sing with a thick English accent without seeming like an affected cobag. What’s funny is, while this song is very English, the whole spoiled cad caricature paints a perfect picture of every American teen/sex/romantic comedy antagonist.

7. “Teclo,” P.J. Harvey. I like the punky assault of her Rid of Me album a little better, but this song and everything else from To Bring You My Love really showcases her voice. Nobody howls quite like she does.

8. “Leave Me (Like You Found Me)” Wilco. Wilco is that friend you love to run into, the guy who won’t do you wrong. Like you’re at Whole Foods, and he says, You should really try the kiwis, they’re delicious right now. You cut yourself a slice and, sure enough, it’s pretty damn good kiwi fruit that you wouldn't have thought to buy without the recommendation. This is from the new album, which is nice and sweet and very much in season.

9. “Back to the Old House,” The Smiths. Is anyone surprised that Morrissey doesn’t want to go back to the old house? Is there a bizarro version of him in some other dimension, singing about how excited he is to go back to the old house, and how happy that the object of his affection has moved on to a happier, more well-adjusted relationship?

10) “Cinnamon Girl,” Neil Young. He’s accomplished a million things over his career, but one of the biggest things I think any rock musician can do is write the classic riff everyone knows and loves. My foot starts tapping the second this song starts.

11) “When the Levee Breaks,” Led Zeppelin. A great way to head into the weekend. Jimmy Page and John Bonham are just perfect on the chorus, with Page playing that shiny riff and Bonham adding some thick fills that are a great contrast to the metronome beat of the verses. It’s one of those parts that you wish would go on for a long time, but would be ruined if it did.

Bonus video: I may start adding one of these each week. Last week's Hall&Oates abomination reminded me of the most unintentionally hilarious video I've ever seen, Manowar's "Gloves of Metal." (It takes about 15 seconds to start.) For those of you who haven't heard of them (and that would be many of you), their biggest distinction is that they are (or were) the loudest band ever, according to the Guiness Book of World Records. The other distinction is that they are 100% dead serious. This is no Spinal Tap tribute or tongue-in-cheek performance. The fur boots and spiked gloves are for reals. The song is horribly hilarious, but if it annoys you too much, skip to around 3:20 when Manowar attack the villagers. Oh yes, there's melee combat!

Have a great weekend.

God to Republican Candidates: “Enough with the faith BS!”

DES MOINES, Iowa - Faith. Jesus. God. More than any other issue, the candidates for the 2008 Republican presidential nomination have campaigned on their religious beliefs. But the object of their love and respect has some rather vengeful words for them.

“Enough with the faith BS already,” God said today. The Creator of All appeared as a large thunderhead in central Iowa and spoke through his press secretary, the Burning Bush (no relation to President George W. Bush).

“Every freaking question turns into a psalm about on how they love me so much and how they’re such good Christians,” God added. “That’s coming from career politicians who are diverting millions of dollars that could go to the poor just so one of these humps can be the most powerful man in the world. They expect me to buy that? Do I look like I was born just 6,000 years ago?

“How about using the brain I gave you?” God asked. “Tell me what you’re really going to do about curing the sick, about making peace, about defending the meek. I already know the answers, but I want to hear you say it.”

When reached at his campaign headquarters and asked for his reaction to God’s words, candidate Mitt Romney said, “I have nothing but respect for the Word of God, in all its forms. And that’s why I believe I am the man for the White House, because I treat every word from the lips of God like a....”

The thunderhead immediately appeared and struck Romney deaf, dumb, and blind with a bolt of lightning. “Wrong answer,” boomed a voice from the heavens. “Do I have to write it down on some golden plates for you? Tell me what you plan to do as President!”

Hearing of this divine command, Governor Mike Huckabee called a press conference to offer his interpretation of God’s anger: “I am unsure why God is so angry. But we cannot begin to understand God’s ways. We can only obey God’s way. And that is what I will do as the next President...” Huckabee could not finish the sentence, as he transformed into a pillar of salt.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” God yelled. “What does a Supreme Being have to do to get you guys to provide some policy details? Okay, let me put this in a way that you’ll understand: Thou shalt give me a straight answer on the issues!”

From his office in Washington, Senator John McCain looked to the heavens before saying, “I support environmental legislation that will help curb global warming. I don’t think this should be a political issue, because we’re talking about the future of our planet.”

“Thank you,” said God, “See, how hard was that?”

McCain continued, “And that’s because, in every unpolluted stream and vibrant forest, I see the face of God...”

“Medamnit!” bellowed God across the skies. The earth immediately rumbled, split open, and swallowed McCain whole.

“That’s it, I’m out of here,” God said. “You jokers are on your own. Smell you later at the Rapture.”

Top Ten Tuesdays: Why are we restarting the Cold War?

Special expanded US vs. Them edition!

13) Olympics haven’t been the same without tyrannical enemies to root against, and the Axis of Evil can’t skate.

12) Hoping it would reunite Gorky Park. We had all their records!

11) Shitty Star Wars sequels inspired shitty sequel to Star Wars.

10) Moscow mobsters demand retribution for the cancelling of The Sopranos.

9) Uniting schoolchildren under a mushroom cloud of atomic death may discourage them from shooting each other.

8) Poland won't return our calls any more.

7) Russians are enriching Smirnoff Ice to unacceptable sweetness levels.

6) Finally getting our revenge for that God-awful Scorpions song.

5) Only need a squad of attractive teenagers to thwart a Russian attack.

4) Still had the lack of democracy, sputtering economy, and proliferation of nukes.

3) Fighting a pretend war in Europe is much more enjoyable than fighting a real war in the Middle East.

2) Watching the Americans trudge aimlessly around Afghanistan got us a little nostalgic.

1) (tie) Because if our hardliners don’t have a boogeyman to fight against, they get a little antsy.

Friday CJ Random 11

It has been a very busy few weeks of getting ready to move and working. May was just a blur. But we have sold our house here and had an offer accepted on a house there, and now I can relax a little and just enjoy some tunes to start off my weekend. I don’t think I’ve looked forward to a Random 11 as much as this one.

1. “Sixteen Blue,” The Replacements. No other band could write such a sincerely poignant song about teenage sexual confusion and get away with sequencing it right after a song called “Gary’s Got a Boner.” In other words, they were my kind of people.

2. “Cemetery Savior,” Son Volt. Hi, I’m Jay Farrar. I’ve made a career out of looking at the Midwest through a rust-colored screen door. I write songs that are so beautifully depressing, they make you want to slit your wrists with rose thorns. This next one's called, “The Mill Closed up After It Collapsed on My Baby.” 2-3-4...

3. “Intervention,” Arcade Fire. I love when the indie kids get proggy with it. This starts out with a pipe organ that wouldn’t sound out of place on The Yes Album. But before you can say “Rick Wakeman,” it transforms into a propulsive, earnest pop song. I guess you can have your cape and wear your eyeliner too.

4. “The Wind Cries Mary,” Jimi Hendrix Experience. Oh hell yeah. Hendrix is maybe the saddest of the great rock casualties. While all those young deaths are tragic, most of them died at the likely peak of their careers, before they became irrelevant and were dropped from their labels and started playing state fairs. Hendrix could have aged gracefully, I think. I could see him being 65 (!) and still making amazing music like this.

5. “Into the Heart,” U2. My friend Bob has one of the best I saw them before they were stars stories: he saw U2 very early in their career, opening for The J Giles Band(!). It’s quite a leap from “An Cat Dubh” to “Centerfold.”

6. “Girl’s Got Rhythm,” AC/DC. Hey, whaddya know, an AC/DC song about sex. Speaking of people who died at precisely the right time, Bon Scott would have aged even less well than a craggy Angus Young in schoolboy shorts. I could see Scott now, singing something called, “Baby, I Got a Lift for You” for a Viagra ad. So maybe it was for the best.

7. “So What’cha Want,” Beastie Boys. The first Beasties song I liked for beyond the “Hey, ‘Brass Monkey’ is kind of funky” way. Love the Rod Carew reference and the single bass note.

8. “Dinner Bells,” Wolf Parade. Great band, terrible name. It seems like one of those band names where they had a hat full of words and these were the two that got pulled out. I just flipped through my dictionary, back to front, and front to back, and came up with The Imperfect Impressionists. Okay, so that sounds like a sketch comedy group, but still, you have to choose these things with care.

9. “There She Goes,” The La’s. The guitar is just full of Southern California sunshine. A true pop gem.

10. “Saul Bellow,” Sufjan Stevens. I was hoping something from Greetings From Michigan would pop up this week. As I was jotting my notes, I wrote, “the world’s only song about Saul Bellow,” but Wikipedia says there are four pop music references to Mr. Bellow. I love Wikipedia. I am beyond the point of caring if it's true.

11. “Kick It Out,” Heart. They kick this off with a riff that reads, Property of Lynyrd Skynyrd. I have a soft spot for Heart in my heart. What can I say, I dig women who rock.

That’s all the time we have for today. Before we go, I highly recommend watching this video of Hall & Oates for “She’s Gone.” Blue Girl found it, and it is astounding in its craptitude. You will be tempted to stop it, but do not—I repeat, do not—stop before Oates picks up the guitar.