Just finished listening to this incredible mixtape and wanted to share. It’s been getting a lot of buzz in the indie buzzosphere, and it’s completely warranted. Beautiful R&B with glitchy beats, lyrics about excessive drug use and parties that no one’s cool enough to get into. Really, really excellent, check it out –
The C.O.B.R.A. Retrieval System
C – Consider your options.
O – Observe the area.
B – Bite back.
R – Repeat the previous step.
A – (call an) Ambulance.
Let’s “break it down” ala Stop, Hammer Times:
GOOD MORNING!
C – Consider your options. Look, maybe the snake isn’t really missing ok? I swear to god he was here a minute ago… no, you know what, he’s right ther- no, shit that’s a leaf. OK OK OK, think think think, he doesn’t have any legs so he probably didn’t get very far, right? I am so screwed. I am SO SCREWED. Let me retrace my steps – ok I was in the closet getting the snake chow, then I opened the tank to drop in the snake chow, then my phone rang, and I dropped it into the tank and then… oh shit my phone’s gone too! Are you kidding me? Are you fucking serious right now? If that snake took my phone I am going to be so pissed. DO YOU HEAR ME SNAKE?! SO. PISSED.
O – Observe the area. By this point, you’re fairly certain that the cobra is on the loose, possibly with an iPhone 3GS. You’re like 60% positive it didn’t leave the reptile house because it’s unseasonably cold in the Bronx right now, so you round up some of your buddies to secure the perimeter. Because that sounds pretty awesome, and what friend wouldn’t be like HELL YEAH if you asked them to secure a perimeter? No friend wouldn’t do that. At this point, we’re going to make a fairly huge assumption for the sake of the acrostic – you found the snake, and armed with a butterfly net and a hammer, you’ve got that sonofabitch cornered.
B – Bite back. And of course the thing bites you. You tell your friends to abandon their perimeter posts and run for their lives and then you assess the situation. You’ve got about ten minutes before you lose sensation in your limbs, so it’s time to act with your most important limb – your mouth. BITE IT BACK! You’ve got the venom inside you now, and cobras are deathly allergic to cobra venom. The venom is going to be dripping out of your canine teeth, but just to be safe, just get as much of the cobra into your mouth as possible and with a chewing motion, chew the shit out of the snake’s head. Really get in there like RARRRGHHHH. The venom in your system will act as an anti-venom in case the thing gets smart and tries to bite you again while it’s inside your mouth.
R- Repeat the previous step. Things are going to stop making sense around the sixth minute of your attack. The skin around the bite will be reaching an advanced stage of necrosis, and while your lungs will still be functioning, they’re going to feel both on fire and flooded with a cold inexplicable liquid. The earth will be spinning faster than ever before and the faces of your loved ones will pass before your lifeless, vacant eyes, all hissing and flicking their tongues at you. Embracing death’s warm embrace will feel like your number one priority right now. This is totally normal, but NOT an excuse to stop. Continue biting until you reach bone.
A – (call an) Ambulance. If you’ve followed the C.O.B.R.A. Retrieval System to the letter, the escaped cobra will be subdued and looking groggy. You’ve saved the day and, wait a second, your phone was in your pocket this whole time! You mistook it for a tin of Altoids. With your last remaining seconds of consciousness, it’s time to call an ambulance. When they ask for your name, reply (your name), Cobra Commander. They’ll handle the rest. The cobra, embarrassed and stupid, will crawl back into its tank, close the lid and rue the day it ever attempted to escape in the first place. Rue the day, sweet cobra. Rue the day. Sweet cobra.
Other sites would use this final paragraph to drop a disclaimer, like, this information is for entertainment purposes only, and any living, fictional or dead cobras will probably kill you if you perform any of the actions above. But not here. I stand by the C.O.B.R.A. Retrieval System 100%, and I guarantee that you’ll successfully find, fight and fucking decimate any cobra that you see by following this scientifically proven system. Did you know that if you pay a snake wrangler enough money, they’ll say literally anything you put in front of them? Just ask snake wrangler and world’s leading cobra puncher Jeffrey Trombonés, who says, “C.O.B.R.A. R.O.C.K.S. (Readily Obliterates Cobra King of Snakes) dude!” Seriously ask yourself, why would Jeffrey put his exceedingly awesome name and reputation on the line?
Who do I trust, the ad executives who always lie to me, or the general public, who is always wrong?
– Something Awful’s Current Releases
I was having a conversation with my future wife about summer blockbusters that I’m looking forward to seeing, and then remembered that I hate everything and quickly changed the subject to which actress would make a better Catwoman than Anne Hathaway. Our short list included Jocelin Donahue (from The House of the Devil), Sigourney Weaver, Linda Hamilton, Karen O, Nicki Minaj, Danny DeVito, our cat… pretty much anyone other than Anne Hathaway. Heath Ledger made a great Joker because he licked his lips a lot and then he died; he’s going to be tough to beat. Furthermore, do I want to deal with Christian Bale and his ri-goddamn-diculous Batman voice? All signs point to –> click this link to see what all signs point to.
But that’s next summer, right? This summer I’m looking forward to Super 8, J.J. Abrams’ take on Spielbergian action/adventure movies from the 80’s. This is a great idea! Do this! All the time! NEVER STOP.
And that’s about it! More shitty comic book movies, more movies starring action figures, more cartoons. You guys are doing great. Film Industry: I’m almost 30, I have $20, I like gigantic drinks and cold theaters. I really want to give you my money but you insist on releasing movies I don’t care about. Who the fuck is the Green Lantern? Did he ever fight the Green Hornet? Is he the same person as the Green Hornet? If not, you should consider changing the name of your superhero because the Green Hornet movie bombed, and nobody likes Seth Rogan anymore. How about Bright Lantern? That makes more sense. Or even Yellow Lantern if it has to be a color. I’ll take two tickets for Bright Yellow Lanterns, please.
Let’s talk about Transformers for a second, can we please? Maybe it’s because the transforming robots that I played with as a child were of the GoBot variety, but I could not give a smaller fuck about these movies. You see, I — no, seriously, I played with GoBots as a kid. Oh sure, go ahead, laugh at the old man with the knock-off toys. My parents didn’t know the difference, ok? Maybe it helped me learn to be more accepting of the less fortunate, but you have to admit – this thing is awesome, and I played with it nearly every day of my life until last year. Fuck Transformers. GOBOTS – HOOOOOOOOOO…
…OOOOOOOO boy.
So sick you guys. I woke up with a sore throat on Sunday and decided the best course of action would be denial. I’m not sick. The razor blades in my throat are a side effect of having an awesome life. The post nasal drip? A solid representation of the air I breathe every day, conveniently jammed into my nostrils like adorable baby corks.
That’s about all I’ve got. Watch a short film starring Die Antwoord.
Adidas All In featuring Civilization by Justice. New Justice track! I really want to be part of one of the Adidas subcultures seen in this ad. Maybe I could be friends with the skater that falls into the pool. I’d be like, nice ollie Travis! That’s Travis, always taking it to the limit. You guys see those new shelltoes? TIIIIIIIIGHT.
Kevin Smith and Shit. I’m from New Jersey and shit and came of age during Kevin Smith movies and shit like that. I was dorky enough to go to the Quick Stop in Leonardo and shit and stand out in front of it smoking cigarettes and shit like that. So his last movie and shit had the cats Tracy Morgan and shit and Bruce Willis and shit like that and I thought huh and shit, this shit might be kinda funny because I love that cat Tracy Morgan and shit. But it really just made me want to shit and shit like that because that cat Stifler was in it and shit and, c’mon, really? Shit?
Acting Masterclass: Kevin Spacey (from The Peter Serafinowicz Show). I will never get tired of the slow clap that turns into a humiliating lecture.