Monday, December 10, 2012

Top 10 Albums of 2012

My Top 10 of 2012


10. P.O.S. – We Don’t Even Live Here

9. Paper Route - The Peace Of Wild Things
Listen: Paper Route - Two Hearts

8. Sharks – No Gods

7. Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – The Heist

6. Two Door Cinema Club - Beacon

5. Jack White – Blunderbuss

4. Imagine Dragons – Night Visions

3. Passion Pit – Gossamer

2. A Silent Film – Sand & Snow

1. The Gaslight Anthem – Handwritten


EP’s:

Youngblood Hawke – Youngblood Hawke EP
The Griswolds – Heart of a Lion EP
William Beckett – Winds Will Change EP
The Mowgli's - Love's Not Dead EP

Awesome songs from others in 2012:


If you missed any of this great music, be sure to check it out all over the inter-webs!

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Trojan Condoms to Sponsor New Bowl


Five new potential bowls are petitioning for acceptance into the already crowded Bowl Season. I know what you’re thinking: “Between the Buffalo Wild Wings Bowl, the Famous Idaho Potato Bowl, the Meineke Car Care Bowl, and the Beef ‘O’ Brady’s Bowl, I just don’t think there’s room for more ridiculously named bowls in my bowl-watching calendar.”  It’s a valid point, but money talks…and apparently the ratings and ticket sales for the San Diego County Credit Union Poinsettia Bowl far outweigh the alternative: pre-season college field hockey.

Some are questioning the need for more bowls. There are already 35 bowls, some pitting 6-6 teams against each other. But rather than question mediocrity, these new potential bowls celebrate it. Here’s a look at the candidates:

Candidate 1: Trojan “Stiff D(Fense) Bowl.”
Location: Dickeyville, Wisconsin.
Pitch: The Stiff D(Fense) Bowl will pit one of the nation’s stiffest defenses vs. one of the most lubricated offensive teams for a friction-filled fracas.



Candidate 2: The Greater Des Moines Waste Management “Rubbish Bowl.”
Location: Des Moines, Iowa.
Pitch: A “parody” bowl, this cleverly-sponsored bowl will pit the two worst teams in Division I football against each other in a hilarious celebration of incompetence.



Candidate 3: The Rascal Scooters “Geriatric Bowl.”
Location: Boca Raton, Florida.
Pitch: This bowl is a matchup of the two teams in college football with the most Seniors. Providing graduating Seniors with one last chance for gridiron glory, the Geriatric Bowl exclusively plays Frank Sinatra on the loudspeakers and will be over by noon.



Candidate 4: The Alaskan Tourism Board “Barrow Bowl.”
Location: Barrow, Alaska.
Pitch: In the ultimate display of senseless irony, the Barrow Bowl will match up two deserving “warm weather” teams in the nation’s northernmost city, Barrow, Alaska in late December.



Candidate 5: The O’Reilly Auto Parts in association with PetSmart, Linens N’ Things, and Home Depot “Corporate Sponsorship Bowl,” brought to you by Toys ‘R Us and Wendy’s.
Location: Rotating locations based on corporate bidding.
Pitch: This is actually the new proposed name for the BCS National Championship Game.



If you’re a fan of a never-ending bowl season, keep an eye out for one of these new bowls that may be popping up (not a Stiff D(fense) Bowl pun) sometime in the near future. In the meantime, set those DVR’s…you won’t want to miss a minute of the Franklin Mortgage American Music City Bowl!

Monday, March 26, 2012

Can you spell racism? Mississippi Can't

If there’s one thing Mississippi knows, it’s good ole fashioned racism. Recently, the southern “charm” of the state was in full effect for a March Madness game between Kansas State and Southern Mississippi.

In a first round clash between the two schools, Kansas State guard Angel Rodriguez was the victim of some vitriol in the form of a chant from the Southern Miss band. While Rodriguez was at the free throw line, members of the band began chanting “Where’s your green card?”

Let’s face it…that’s kind of funny. Still, to chant it in the middle of the biggest basketball tournament in the world takes some kind of “let’s throw caution to the white wind” mentality I could never imagine. While slightly clever, the remark is just as bad as a homophobic slur or other racial diatribe.

In an attempt to not start hate wars, the school has penalized and suspended those members of the band and issued an apology.

Rodriguez had a wonderful response. He managed to provide a fitting retort, while displaying terrible, terrible grammar.

"I heard it. I don't pay attention to that nonsense, especially because Puerto Rico is a commonwealth, so we don't need no type of papers,” said Rodriguez. Simple, effective, and conveyed in the type of sentence structure Mississippians can understand.

This isn’t the first episode for the Southern Miss band. They have been notorious all year long for their chants and antics during games.  Earlier in the season, during a game, they singled out an Asian player on an opposing team by chanting “Ching-Chang-Chung” and throwing rice onto the court. Not long after that, in a game featuring a player from Africa, the band members chanted “Kony’s got your brother.”

Terrible? Yes. Wrong? Absolutely. Let’s face it though, it’s Mississippi…the state that is last or near last in every major education category. You know those “Take a penny, leave a penny” trays? We should have a “Take a state, leave a state” option for our shittier states. Give that racist, backward, intellectually stunted state to Canada. Those dumb maple syrup-loving, pot smoking, hockey playing hippies will be too busy replaying Wayne Gretzky highlights to notice.


Snake Alley Song of the Day: TWDY - Players Holiday

Monday, March 5, 2012

The Wussiest Sports Mascots

When I think of professional sports, I think of elite athletes engaged in fierce competition. As such, it’s only fitting that sports teams should be named something intimidating, right?

Some organizations have done a great job with this, such as the Memphis Grizzlies, New Jersey Devils, and Nashville Predators. Others have completely missed the mark, often times quite comically. Let’s take a look at some of the more ridiculous mascots.

*Note: This list only includes major professional sports teams...sorry Wichita Wingnuts and Scottsdale Community College Fightin’ Artichokes.


Baltimore Orioles


Baltimore team founder: “What are we thinking guys?”

Employee that is secretly sniffing glue: “How about a non-aggressive small bird that no one has ever heard of?”

Baltimore team founder (7 Mint Juleps deep): “Perfect!”

Washington Capitals


Just so lazy. That’s lazier than me right now…and I’m lying in bed eating a muffin at noon on a weekday.

Miami Dolphins


300 pound steroid-infused beasts colliding with each other in one of the most intense, violent sports in the world, and you pick the most adorable mascot you possibly could? That’s ballsy.

Milwaukee Brewers


Be honest…you were clearly just drunk when you thought of this.

Seattle Seahawks


Is that even a real animal? I feel like they really missed the boat by not calling the team the “Seattle Sasquatches.” Just as real as a “Seahawk” and much more intimidating.

Washington Wizards/Orlando Magic


Surprised your players wear basketball shorts and not glittery skirts.

Edmonton Oilers


WTF?

Cleveland Browns


Joke of a name, joke of a franchise.

Ottawa Senators


This one’s just perplexing. Such an odd mascot for a sports team (Unless its Senator Scott Brown…I wouldn’t want to play that team).

New Jersey Nets


Just file this under “Least creative name ever” category. Might as well have just gone with the “New Jersey Balls” and at least had some fun with it.

Toronto Maple Leafs


Possibly the toughest sport out there and you go with FOLIAGE? Seriously? No, seriously?
Let's hope that some of the owners of these teams get the message and change their mascots to fierce, bloodthirsty animals or something equally as frightening. The New Jersey Chupacabras has a nice ring to it...or maybe the Toronto Anacondas.
Actually, what could be even better is if some of them read this, and just to spite me, change their name to something even wussier, such as the Edmonton Unicorns, or the Seattle Ponies.


Snake Alley Song of the Day: Two Door Cinema Club - Undercover Martyn

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Caption Fun 2

More caption fun! Never the most intelligent subject matter, but always good for a laugh.


--I’m gonna get so many chicks if I win this match
--U.S.A: rubbing our balls on the rest of the world since 1776
--5 more seconds and he’ll be unconscious…beef stroganoff for lunch was an excellent choice
--Tony was right, wrestling is gay. I’m gonna give that guy the angriest blowjob tonight
--I spy something brown
--Years of training well spent. Next project: search for Loch Ness Monster
--Winning the match: awesome. Forcible skull-fuck: icing on the cake
--Is it legal if I fart, or will I get disqualified?
--And they said I’d never learn anything at Morehead State
--In America, we call this a “sack lunch”
--Somewhere in the distance I can hear my father crying

Snake Alley song of the day: Walk the Moon - Anna Sun

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Recreation. Leisure. Excellence.

I recently found out the program I received my degree in at Florida State will no longer be offered. The prestigious Recreation & Leisure program will see its last graduates this spring…quite sad. I learned so much from that program, including:

-How to properly funnel a beer
-How to budget by drinking heavily before going to bars
-How to stay organized (Keep a schedule of which parties to attend on certain nights, etc)
-The effects of a “gravity bong”
-When to rotate to get an even tan at the pool
-Proper arc on your beer pong shot

And much much more.

The Rec & Leisure program at FSU spawned many scholastic superstars and taught its graduates how to thrive at the next level. The curriculum taught me many things, not always academic, and not always valuable…but certainly ALWAYS fun. In memoriam of a legendary program and a few years of hazy, crazy fun, I present a pictorial remembrance, chronicling this program’s pursuit of academic excellence.

1. Study Group


2. Outdoor Pursuits


3. Nutrition and Proper Hydration






4. Cultural Studies




5. Environmental Conservation



6. Athletics




R.I.P. R&L
No one really knows - 2012

Your legacy will live on.

Snake Alley Song of the Day: Billy Joel - Only The Good Die Young


Friday, February 10, 2012

Movie Foreplay

I recently went to the movies for the first time in a long time. Saw a great movie, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. Very sad, very effective.  Good stuff. Anywho, setting aside the fact that I paid more to get in there than I do for a week’s worth of groceries (I eat strictly ramen and gum. Very strenuous diet of broth and chewing. Good for the mandibles), I was amazed at how generic and predictable the previews have become. Create a good trailer, and the movie can be (and usually is) crap. Here is my simple 5 step formula for creating a money-making trailer in today’s movie industry.
Romantic comedy or drama:
1. Hot guy and hot girl meet
2. Something is wrong with one of them, or one of them does something wrong
3. They must fight for each other
4. At some point they’re either wet, nearly naked, or both
5. A song by The Fray plays in the background
Boom. Done. Call it a day and collect your paycheck. It doesn’t matter if the guy is Channing Tatum or Paul Walker and conveys emotion like a bag of bricks (except the bag of bricks in the 1987 heartfelt classic “Love in a Sack,” that bag was touching…I cried), he’s hot, she’s hot, and The Fray seals the deal.
Comedy:
1. Two buddies who are just so hilariously opposite in personality and appearance interact
2. Introduce some wacky characters or guest stars
3. Show one or two of them falling down or getting hit by something
4. Don’t hint at any plot, because there’s probably no hint of a plot
5. Show an animal or small child doing something funny
6. A song by The Fray plays in the background
Action/Adventure:
1. Introduce muscular lead character with a noticeable lack of acting skills, masked by a large amount of veins
2. Explosions!
3. Include a car chase, and most likely a car crash
4. Throw in a hot chick, or several hot chicks, to rub lead character’s muscles and make out with him
5. Something’s on fire, or someone’s running through fire
6. Explosions!
7. Gunfighting and dueling with bad guys
8. Explosions!
9. A oddly out of place song by The Fray plays in the background
Thriller:
1. Ominous lighting and fearful teenagers
2. Skinny, attractive white people on vacation
3. Creepy voice-over dude
4. Quick bursts of action, including breasts of some sort (a scare in the shower, killer lurking in the bushes peering into the bedroom, etc)
5. An unbelievably out of place song by The Fray playing in the background
Silent Film:
1. A song by The Fray written out in captions
Pretty simple ingredients will make any movie trailer a success and lure people in. Whether the movie is any good doesn’t matter, they’ve already got your 84 dollars (price of ticket, plus gallon jug of Coke).
Snake Alley Song of the Day: The Fray - The Fighter

Thursday, January 26, 2012

5 People to avoid at the gym

1. Aggro Alan

Forget about “working in” on any machine this meat-head is using, he’ll be a while. “Aggro Alan” is at every gym. He’s the guy that looks like his muscles have muscles on top of them, and you better believe he wants to show off as many of them as possible. That’s why his once in-tact “Cabo Wabo” t-shirt is ripped off at the arms and now resembles a tattered rag.

What’s in that water bottle he’s using? Probably some mixture of whey protein, soy protein, whey-based soy protein, and creatine. If you squirted it on a roach, it’d probably die. Alan will do whatever he can to make you feel inadequately weak while taking up as much space and equipment in the gym as possible.

Do your best to avoid “Aggro Alan” at the gym and do not feel bad you’re not as strong as him. Instead, feel bad for his significant other, his friends, his tailor, small dogs he may try to pet, and the two-dozen chickens/turkeys/cows/hogs/large fleshy animals that had to die so his fridge could be stocked for the week.

2. Shauny Sweats
“Is it raining?” You wish. That’s just “Shauny Sweats” announcing his presence without saying a word. This is an unfortunate interaction, because in many cases, “Shauny Sweats” is a nice person who doesn’t mean to be an annoyance. He just sweats…a lot. He’ll make you think that the bicep machine was just rubbed down in vegetable oil. In a shocking display of unawareness, Shauny often leaves his machine without wiping off his puddle of sweat. Sometimes, Shaun will induce a monsoon of perspiration when sloshing through the miles on a treadmill or stair-stepper. In these instances, it’s not out of the question to wear waterproof headgear or a poncho.
Does he have a glandular problem? Or has he simply been working out for three hours and sweating like a Sumo wrestler in South Florida? Either way, there’s always a Shauny…sweating profusely and usually grunting as he strains to get in that last rep. Shaun can sometimes also morph into a “Stinky Stan,” in which case, you may be better off simply leaving the gym.
Don’t feel bad if you mistakenly sit down in a pool of “Shaun Juice” (awkward choice of words) and get his sweat all over you. Instead, feel bad for his significant other, his co-workers, his laundry basket, the piece of paper he attempts to write on, and anyone within 10 feet of his treadmill.
3. Peppy Paula
You can see her coming a mile away. Everyone knows her…at least they will know her by the time they leave the gym today. “Peppy Paula” loves the gym, she lives for the gym, she’s there so much she might as well pay rent, and she’s always so freakin peppy.
Even the happiest people can’t quite wrap their heads around how this woman is so cheery day after day. She’ll say hi to every one of the staff before bouncing from machine to machine with a cult-like smile on her face. She’ll spring around on the Stairmaster like today’s the first day she’s able to walk. She’ll make small talk at the water fountain, even if you have headphones on. The gym is her life, and by being in the gym, you are now an important part of her day. She wants to know all the important details of your life the first time she meets you. Pretending your music is too loud and you’re in the middle of Lat Pulldowns won’t help you either, she’ll counter that by throwing her towel down next to you and waiting for you to complete your set. Once you take a break, she’ll pounce with a barrage of niceties and questions. There’s nothing wrong with being friendly and polite, but Paula takes it to another level by “offering you a spot,” showing you pictures of her cat, describing her workout routine, and talking your ear off while on the treadmill next to you.
Forget enjoying your workout in peace with your own thoughts, you are now at the mercy of Paula’s verbal onslaught. Don’t feel too bad however, it could be worse. Feel bad instead for her family, who must get multiple phone calls per day, as well as her friends, who must want to run head-first into an oncoming train, and her therapist, who is most definitely reconsidering that career choice.
4. Sleazy Simon
Ladies, ever feel a bit insecure at a gym? You’re dressed in tight-fitting clothing, have no makeup on, and are sweating. You’d much rather complete your workout in peace and get out of there, right? Well that won’t be happening if you come across “Sleazy Simon.”
Simon is that guy. He’s been eyeing you every step you take, every time you lift something, every time you take a sip of water. He’s clearly unaware of social norms and boundaries and has opted to overtly stare at you and your lady parts. He acts as though if he stares hard enough, your clothes will pop off while doing squats.
Every now and then, you may come across a nightmarish combination of “Sleazy Simon” and “Aggro Alan,” in which case, you should probably just leave the gym (and possibly file a restraining order). In this instance, he will ogle you, maybe elbow one of his macho buddies and give you a cocky “head nod,” then eventually make his way over to you.
After flexing while trying to not look like he’s flexing, he’ll drop some horrible line, such as
“Great place to work out huh?”
“I love that machine. Hey are you in my Pilates class?”
Or “Do you come here often? You’re in great shape.”
In either case, it’s not a bad idea to carry around a can of mace, in case your glares don’t do the trick. It may seem a bit harsh, but sometimes people need to be taught a lesson on proper social behavior.
Note: If you actually mace somebody, please do not reference this article when questioned. Also, please videotape this encounter…it’ll probably be hilarious.
5. Exhibitionist Edward
Possibly the worst of these offenders, “Exhibitionist Edward” will torment you with graphic displays of skin and inappropriate clothing choices. He will haunt your dreams with a twisted, skin-tight mess of spandex and sweat stains. His view of himself and society’s view will differ greatly. In his head, he’s John Basedow…in reality; he’s more like John Goodman.
Bicycle shorts really shouldn’t be worn by anyone, but ol’ Edward seems to think that they’d be a good choice to wear in public. Skin rolls? No problem. Back Hair? No worries. Man breasts? Excellent—show them off! This baffling mindset may cause a wave of nausea around the gym, but it could be worse. Feel really bad for his significant other, his friends, anyone who sees him in workout attire, and most of all…the kids. Think of the children Edward!
If you can somehow manage to avoid these characters at the gym, consider yourself lucky. If you have your own private gym and have no idea what I’m talking about, also consider yourself lucky. For the rest of us who know these annoyances well; keep your eyes forward, your music loud, and good luck.
Snake Alley Song of the Day: Fun. - Carry On

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Money Money Money Money...Money!

“You’re a slave to money, then you die.”
--Bittersweet Symphony, The Verve, The 90’s

I’ve always believed five days of work and two days of fun is not a formula that needs to be followed. We get stuck in roles and stereotypes, plus most jobs tend to force us into this, but ‘working for the weekend’ seems so fleeting and pretty fucking boring.
I could make enough money teaching tennis to live extremely comfortably and build savings. I don’t do this though. I scrape by on rent, have no savings, and am still stuck in the ‘getting by’ phase of financial security. Why? For one, teaching that much tennis would completely burn me out, leaving me exhausted physically and mentally. Second, I’d have no time to enjoy myself, write and pursue other interests, explore, live like I want to live, and construct grandiose run-on sentences. I’d be working for that little two day window to get out and have fun with the rest of the working world.
One of my tennis clients has his own island. Yes, his own island. I have no idea how he got his money; whether he worked tirelessly and became successful or was born into it, but he certainly knows how to spend his money. Working in a rich area has definitely sparked my imagination as to what I would do if I inherited or fell into a bunch of money. Rather than putting it in a boring bank account, or purchasing that status-symbol Beemer that looks like every other car in the Merrill Lynch parking lot, I have some more out-of-the-box ideas for what I’d do with my cash…
1. Purchase every dog in animal shelters around the LA area, get them some good food, then film my own reality show. The premise: one guy trying to live with a thousand dogs. Imagine the struggle for space on the bed, the constant overflow of poop, and the household politics. Poor little dogs get a home, plus we get to watch one dude most likely have a nervous breakdown. It’ll be totally unscripted, but will still somehow have better writing than “The Big Bang Theory.”
*If the dogs overtake him and the guy dies, we’ll just get a new guy. It’ll be like survivor, only with homicide.
2. Hire enough people to herd the members of Nickelback into a van at gunpoint. After duct taping their mouths, berating them with verbal mockery and insults, and setting loose a live raccoon, they will be forced into exile on their own island (surrounded by hungry, vicious sharks). The island will have a radio with enough battery power to last a year. The radio will play Nickelback’s Greatest Hits (oxymoron) on repeat until they promise to never make music again. Enough is enough.
3.  Start my own law enforcement branch, the “Grammar Police.” Anyone caught using “Your, You’re,” or “Their, There, They’re” incorrectly will be forced to repeat the 2nd grade.
4. Blow it all in Vegas. They could use the extra cash.
5. Buy a house in every state (except Kansas…I’m not a masochist), then hire a sky-writer to write “SNAKE IS EVERYWHERE, BITCH!” in the sky.
*No, I’m not drunk, I just think that’d be pretty funny. I’d probably give most of the houses away to deserving people…especially the ones in shitty states.
6. Buy a house on the beach, then open up a Chik-fil-a inside my house. First of all, Chik-fil-a is fucking delicious. Second, the employees are always extremely friendly. Add in a Pop-A-Shot machine, a beer fountain, and a Swedish masseuse and I’m probably not leaving that house…ever.
These suggestions are just the tip of the iceberg (not a Titanic joke). In the end, I’m just happy being able to pay rent (fingers still crossed for this month). I don’t need all that stuff, I’d love some of it, but I value free time and experiences more than earnings and financial success. I sincerely hope to never become a mindless slave to money so I can continue to tell jokes, run on the beach trying to be Hasselhoff, and of course, write a disjointed, goofy comedy blog.
Oh by the way, reading Snake Alley now costs $1.99 per page view…I need some extra cash. Thanks.
Snake Alley Song of the Day: The Verve - Bittersweet Symphony

Monday, January 23, 2012

Legal Death Aides

No, this entry is not about Dr. Kevorkian, although for the record, any man that can have success labeling himself “The Suicide Doctor” and not be a part of some obscure death-metal band must be doing something right.

I’m talking about a different kind of assisted suicide, smoking. Smoking kills 4 out of every 9 people in America today, according to a study I made up. The numbers for children are even more staggering. The same study says that 1 out of every 3 children will die a smoking related death. Shocking, I know.


Let’s face it; Hollywood has traditionally been to blame for at least a small part of that influence on children. James Dean: what a stone cold badass. Aaron Eckhart in Thank You for Smoking: I’d buy anything that man sells. He could make me trade my car for a corned beef sandwich infected with mononucleosis. Patty and Selma from The Simpsons: come on—how could you not want to smoke after watching those two foxes hack their way through carton after sexy carton?

At some point, regardless of media persuasion or peer pressure, people have to make their own decisions—and therein lies my beef (not corned). I just don’t get the appeal. You inhale, die a little bit more each time, then it’s over. If I’m going to spend my money on some “substance,” I better get a little more bang for my buck than that. Beer or alcohol, I get it—you get buzzed, drunk, hammered, sloshed, blitzed, shitfaced, blacked out…you get the idea. Other drugs, I get it too—you get trippy, high, messed up, crazy, jiggly, muddy, clammy, arrested for indecent exposure…you get the idea. There just aren’t any highs to cigarettes. It’s not looked upon as something ‘cool’ anymore, it doesn’t enhance or change your mental state in any way, it just gives you smoker’s cough, yellow teeth, and a slew of diseases and conditions that will end your life prematurely. That doesn’t sound sexy to me (except you Patty and Selma, I will love you always).

I tried to put together a pros and cons list of smoking to see if I could come up with any pros. My cons list was longer than my typewriter could produce. (Yes, I still use a typewriter, I’m old fashioned. You crazy kids and your computers and your rock music). I only had one pro: you have some company outside in the freezing cold Piscataway, New Jersey winter when the manager at Bennigan’s makes you take it outside with the other “wheezy’s.” (Yes, as you probably have noticed by now, I use lots of specific and obscure references. I guess it all goes back to the time I was at Taco Johns and bumped into Peter Saarsgard and we started to play a game of Connect Four, but he had to leave because he said he wanted to get home to make sure he caught the new episode of Clarissa Explains it All, but I think he was just leaving because I was about to win—Clarissa hadn’t been on the air in nine years).

(Yes, I also use alot of parentheses. You can find me on TV and radio doing advertisements for parentheses, I support them whole-heartedly and if I use 200 in my blog this month they will give me two tickets to the next Lady Gaga concert))))).

Now, back to cancer sticks.* Past the issue of why people start smoking, it’s clear that they continue because they are addicted to them. Addiction is another thing I don’t understand. The closest I ever came to addiction was Funyuns and Mountain Dew (two 6-packs of Dew a day is normal, right?).

Most people with addictions seem to realize they have an addiction. If you understand you have an addiction to something that is horribly harmful to you, well, you should probably find a way to stop. Did I really have to spell that out for you? Get your ass some Nicorette and get in gear!

The ones who don’t realize it or are in denial, wake the fuck up! That persistent cough ain’t from the smog, and no you “can’t stop whenever you want.” 

So, in conclusion (because I’ve run out of things to say, and I’ve met my daily quotient of parentheses), if you’re addicted to the ciggys, get some help. If not, don’t start, they aren’t cool anymore. Maybe try some shrooms.

*Cancer sticks in this case refer to cigarettes, not the other widely known use: as a nickname coined by dozens of former girlfriends of Nicolas Cage. The name refers to both his skinny legs and the growing urge to kill yourself when you’re around him.

Snake Alley Song of the Day: M83 - Midnight City

Monday, January 9, 2012

Poorly written article with mediocre sex jokes

With 2012's goal of one blog entry per week already a miserable failure (Oh, hi January 9th!), let's get cracking on 2012's newly revised goal of 50 blog entries for the whole shabang. Here's an article I had originally intended to write about the illustrious career of Vin Diesel (I mean, who could forget his performances in "The Fast and the Furious," "The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift," "Fast & Furious," and "Fast Five?" Oh...you can forget about those performances?)

“.XXX” Domain names now available, Vin Diesel upset, but unable to express emotion
Not since handheld cameras paved the way for POV style movies has the porn industry seen such a revolution. Purveyors and professionals in the adult film industry can now create websites ending in “.xxx” rather than “.com.”

Innovators of this idea hope to coax many adult sites over to the new domain names, making it easier to set parental and lock features for children. Finally, mothers searching for a shoulder strap for their children’s backpack won’t get bombarded with obscene material when they mistakenly use the keywords “Kids, Strap On, Sack.”

Finally, young kids interested in the rodeo won’t get a premature life lesson when typing in “cowgirl,” or “bull-riding.”

FINALLY, fifth place local Berea, Ohio softball team, the “Cleveland Steamers,” can rest easy at night, knowing they can finally put up that much deserved fan page without their children stumbling upon something that would likely scar them for years to come.

Eager web surfers looking to make a quick buck have rushed to the forefront, buying .xxx names they believe will be in high demand by porn companies. I was admittedly late to the game, but still managed to secure some great .xxx web domain names. Hopefully I will see some profit from one of the following Jake Craney purchases:

Hummus.xxx
AndersonCooper.xxx
WeebleWobbles.xxx
WiltChamberlainSTDCheck.xxx
DoobieBrothers4Life.xxx
FlopSweat.xxx
ILoveThePacifier.xxx (Vin Diesel call-back…didn’t think you were getting one, did you?)

Snake Alley Song of the Day: Gotye - Somebody That I Used To Know