Perry and I had similar thoughts this afternoon, while Pax is too busy emailing pictures of himself to himself on his iPhone.
I thought this a good time to share with you all that, if you haven’t heard, Wilco is the musical guest on Saturday Night Live (hosted by Ellen Page) this week. Wilco and Juno…someone at SNL knows what’s up.
Tweedy would be proud of my beard
To the songs:
Lover, You Should’ve Come Over, Jeff Buckley. A top-10 all-time song for the Padre.
Shiver, Coldplay. Some of their stuff from their first two albums is cool, regardless of what your hipster friends tell you.
Heart of the City, Jay-Z. Whenever I’m on the highway, I wish I had multiple passengers so I could drive in the HOV lane.
We Major, Kanye West w/ Nas. Too long, but the “feeling better than some head on a Sunday afternoon” line is worth it.
A Punchup at the Wedding, Radiohead. Forgot that I actually liked this song…disappointing album though.
Roll with It, Oasis. Sorry ladies, Liam’s taken.
Make Me Better, Fabolous. As mentioned in my best of 2007.
Conquest, The White Stripes. Cooooo-oooooooooo-oooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnn-queeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeest.
Neighborhood #3 (Power Out), Arcade Fire. Unquestionably my favorite AF song.
I Could Die For You, Red Hot Chili Peppers. From By the Way, probably one of my top-5 all-time most-listened-to albums, only because freshman year it was the only thing that everyone on my floor liked.
Because it’s after 3:30 on a Friday and dammit, I didn’t lug my iPod into work for nothing.
1: Two Brothers, Bill Cosby
2: Secret Santa Cruz, Lifter Puller
3: Mrs. Robinson, Frank Sinatra
4: No Surprises, Radiohead
5: Jesus Was an Only Son, Bruce Springsteen
6: No More, Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers
7: Postcard, Buffalo Tom
8: Within You Without You, the Beatles**
9: Oh My Sweet Carolina, Ryan Adams
10: Kiss the Children, Gram Parsons
*The Rules: The Friday Random 10 is exactly that — random. We open up our iTunes, set the thing on shuffle, and listen to 10 songs. We are not permitted to skip any out of embarrassment or fear of redundancy. Commenters are welcome to post their own.
**Pax Arcana’s #1 All-Time Least Favorite Beatles song.
Defense Department officials claimed last week that a Navy missile scored a direct hit on the fuel tank of a rogue spy satellite, preventing toxic rocket fuel from reaching Earth.
Pax Arcana has obtained exclusive close-up footage of the missile striking the satellite.
Pax Arcana back in town with nothing to offer. Too sleepy. JetBlue land too late.
Here funny picture of man scared at water balloon toss.
His Ron Burgundy character was enough to make Will Ferrell The Official Comedian of Pax Arcana. Now comes this, courtesy of The Onion‘s AV Club:
“AV Club: Dana Carvey was famous for having a chummy relationship with George Bush Sr. I’m betting that wasn’t the case with George Bush Jr. Have you gotten a sense of how he felt about your impression?
Will Ferrell: I hadn’t heard, but I was glad I didn’t hear. You know, there was that stuff written about how the staff loved ‘strategerie,’ and how he called them ‘strategerie meetings.’ I had a couple of opportunities to go and meet him, and I declined, partly out of comedic purposes, because when I was on [SNL] at the time, it didn’t make sense to really meet the people that you play, for fear of them influencing you. And then the other side of it is, from a political standpoint, I don’t want to meet that guy.”
Now there’s a fella we’d love to have a beer with.
The Reverend E
Pax Arcana is proud to announce the debut of our advice column, “Ask Fidel,” featuring former Cuban leader Fidel Castro. Seems he’s decided to use his newfound free time to offer his wisdom and insight on love, life and lutefisk. We’re delighted to have him!
My girlfriend and I have been dating for about three years now and I think I’m ready to pop the big question, but I’m worried I’ve already blown my best opportunity.
We recently spent an idyllic afternoon at a state park near our home, walking the beautiful trails, holding hands and talking about life. We stopped at a lush meadow and ate a delicious picnic lunch; the whole time I was telling myself, “This is perfect! Ask her!” but I just didn’t have the guts (or the ring!) Since then we’ve had a few nice dates but nothing that scintillating–it was an afternoon I’ll remember forever.
I’m worried that my golden chance passed me by. How can I get the magic back to ask the love of my life to marry me?
— Lovelorn in Loxahatchee
After an afternoon of so many memories and so many emotions, of so many beautiful things, of so many marvelous words, it is difficult to speak here today. It was essential, however, that we meet, because a day such as today cannot be overlooked.
More after the jump.
As Lucy helpfully pointed out, it’s been a quiet week here at the ranch, with Pax and the Padre busy experiencing everything Florida’s finest in the way of convention centers has to offer.
So in the interest of provoking some insightful discussion in the comments section (we’re looking your way, Beast Lair), we humbly offer the following:
1) Dogs are better than babies.
2) Dwight Howard is one of the five-best centers of all time.
3) Just a few more votes from the Features Dept. would have carried the day.
4) The Beatles are way better than the Stones.
We’ve already exceeded last year’s sharkly death toll, according to The Associated Press (via Boston.com):
“An Austrian tourist died Monday after being bitten by a shark while diving near the Bahamas in waters that had been baited with bloody fish parts to attract the predators.
Markus Groh, 49, a Vienna lawyer and diving enthusiast, was on a commercial dive trip Sunday when he was bitten about 50 miles off the coast of Fort Lauderdale…”
Are the Flying Shark Vikings turning against us? Know fear.
Let’s just hope that was a zombie.
Run for the hills! Those crazy Scandinavians are at it again, this time risking the infection of the rest of the world with runaway doomsday Viking spores that turn their victims into slavering, flying-Viking-zombie-killing-shark-killing Viking zombies.
Wait. Scratch that. I misread the headline. Turns out it’s just a big box in the Artic Circle for storing seeds. Or something. No Vikings. No spores. No doomsday. No zombies. No flying Viking sharks killing zombies.
But at least we have this monkey: