The Ad That Launched a Thousand GoDaddy Crap Ads

This is said to be the ad that started the Super Bowl ad wars, when the commercials themselves started to get as much (or more) attention as the game. I am too lazy to research this right now, so just watch it and believe me.

The Internet Gods are Trying to Tell Me Something

And by Internet Gods, I mean, of course, The Overlords of Mountain View, who of late have been making the word verifications on Blogger pronounceable non-words that would make ideal names for useless apps and social media widgets.

Message received, Google Masters. Sciono^TM. Dot com.

Domain Names You Didn't Think To Buy

But it's not too late - if you HURRY! ACT NOW!



So often in the media business, new companies, agencies, widgets and apps sprout up with the dumbest names. It’s like the owners didn’t even try to come up with something creative, but instead made up a dumb word or misspelled an existing word. (More on that here and here.)

Being a collector of cool sounding domain names (which I have yet to do anything with, giant dreams notwithstanding) I just went to GoDaddy and top-of-head found you five six names in about four four and a half minutes that I think are damn good names. Buy them. Build an app. Sell it to Google. Thank me at your “I’m a millionaire!” party.

I’m still working on my millions. I'll let you know when that happens.

Here you go:

GIANTGREENPIGS.COM is available!
YOURMOMTWEETS.COM is available!
SICKLITTLEPUPPIES.COM is available!
SUNNYFOG.COM is available!
FOGGYSUN.COM is available!!!!
BUNCHOFSTUPID.COM is available!

That last one? Gold.

The USA 3000

I watched the Indianapolis 500 yesterday as my Dad was down for the Memorial Day holiday and has a tradition of watching the annual event from start to finish. I've never been a real race fan, but I watched it with him and found myself eventually enthralled. From an advertising perspective, it was fascinating. ABC never broke from the race even during commercial breaks, opting instead for what they call "side-by-side," whereby the commercials play in the right half of the frame while the race coverage continues in the left. As well, the on-car cameras provided an interesting perspective, and you could see the thought that went into sponsor logo placement on the vehicles as well as on the drivers' helmets. There was an inordinate amount of GoDaddy sponsorship, from the aerials provided by the GoDaddy helicopter, to the endless focus on Danica Patrick, darling of the race-circuit and spokesperson for GoDaddy. And there were multiple placements of GoDaddy ads featuring Ms. Patrick. (Patrick had a made for TV moment when her car was disabled by another driver in the pit lane, prompting the Race Queen to stalk down the track to apparently give the errant fool a piece of her very-pissed mind. She was sidelined by security.)

Anyway, the whole thing got me to thinking of an even bigger race that needs to get underway. A country-uniter. An event that would make Indy look like a soap-box derby. The race to end all races. The Mother of all Races. The USA 3,000.

Here's the plan:

Using our very nice Interstate system, 50 cars race coast to coast in a day-long focus on our nation's unique diversity and utter coolness. We'll use Formula One some fast cars, so we can get it done quickly and at speeds of 200+ MPH. The inconvenience to travelers needing the roads would be minimal. Let's say you live in Ohio. The Interstate and its on-ramps would only need to be closed for half an hour as the cars would be through there in no time. We start early on the East Coast and end in the West in the evening, taking advantage of the three-hour time difference. Mandatory pit-stops would be scheduled at predetermined locations on the route. Cities vying for pit-stop status would shell out major bucks for the honor.

Other sponsorship opportunities would be endless, as they already are in racing, but even more so for this event. Every state that was included on the route would want a tourism spot or two in the broadcast. The Department of Transportation could likely get in on the act. Naturally, the American Dairy Association would want to thrust a bottle of milk into the winner's hand. (If the winner drinks it at Indy, the ADA pays him/her $10,000.) I can see production and camera coordination being a tough one, but you know the networks would compete like starved jackals for the rights to broadcast the race.

This thing would be bigger than American Idol, bigger than Lost, bigger than a Presidential election.

Here are some proposed routes. Miami to Seattle, New York to Seattle, New York To Los Angeles, or my favorite, Orlando to Seattle.

And I thought of it, you bastard network dogs, and its documented and dated here for all to see. We'll fight over it in court should you decide to do this without me. You'll lose. And I 'll be that crazy guy who chooses to represent himself.

Big Love for Network Solutions

I like these banners for Network Solutions where the old man’s mouth moves like a marionette’s as he talks about his 36 brides in some sort of unsubtle joke about polygamy. The casting is great, if you can call picking a picture of an old man for a banner campaign “casting.”

It’s the crude cutout nature of it that works for me. Not unlike the men’s faces affixed to screaming girls in the Baconator spot.

Not that the ads get me to go to Network Solutions. GoDaddy stole my “mindshare” for that market years ago when they undercut everybody on domain name pricing.

And doesn't "Network Solutions" have such a late 90s ring to it? So World Wide Web. But I guess they were ahead of their time, since the company was founded in 1979.

Who's Your GoDaddy?

Crybaby Celeb Sues Bad Painter

Keith* Urban is in a huff. I don't know any Keith Urban songs, but if I ever hear one, I will turn it off in protest of his attitude and engorged sense of entitlement. Seems that Mr. Kidman, fresh out of his much-publicized rehab, is suing a guy named Keith Urban, who lives in New Jersey and paints weird, inexplicable stuff like the characters from Married with Children over the US Capitol with a turd salad in the foreground. Wait...come to think of it, that makes perfect sense.

Keith Urban the painter beat Keith Urban the singer to the URL of keithurban.com. Keith the singer says Keith the painter is cybersquatting. Keith the painter reserved the URL in 1999.

Guess what, Keith Kidman? You lose. The guy's name is Keith Urban. He's not cybersquatting. He's just faster and smarter than you, even if his paintings suck.

Bob Parsons: care to weigh in here?

*The name Keith viloates the "i before e" rule, so we need to start pronouncing it Kayth.