February 10, 2010
There are very few things I like better than WWE pro wrestling, and few men I hold in higher esteem than the Sultan of Shat, William Shatner.
That’s why it blew my mind to see him on WWE Raw last week, holding guest host duties, and singing, in his usual impassioned, imploring manner, the greatest, most iconic theme songs of today’s generation of WWE superstars.
Nobody owns spoken word the way he does. All hail The Shat.
If The Shat sings it, we all needs to brings it.
February 4, 2010
Coined words are a dime a dozen. MDJ’s hot “babefriend” (my term for a REALLY HOT girlfriend) likes to talk a lot about her “frienemy,” while my many “hipster” acquaintances enjoy blathering about how their new “fauxhawk” scored them a new “cougar” to “saddleback”.
Neologism is win.
But how often does one actually come upon a new punctuation mark?
MDJ Superstar came across this strangely puzzling website by a company called SarcMark, which seems to feel that the defining characteristic of the 21st century is irony (how very Reality Bites, don’t you think?). And it is their belief that we absolutely need a stunning new symbol to liberate us from the unbelievable heartache and injustice of ending sarcastic utterances with boring old periods or exclamation points.
It’s call a “sarcmark”, and looks like this.
Never again be misunderstood, they say on their website. Never again waste a good sarcastic line on someone who doesn’t get it!
And I totally dig that. Declarative sentences end with periods. Interrogatives end with question marks. Equal rights for sarcastic quips, I say, and end them the right way!
But here’s the curious bit. You have to pay good money to use this. $1.99 is the price they have assigned to ensuring that every last bit of deft sarcasm that you lay down on Twitter or Facebook is clearly and unfailingly understood as being less than sincere.
Personally, I find that a bit conceited on their part. It isn’t all that difficult to make sarcasm obvious – italics do the trick just fine!
A sarcmark is totally worth your $1.99.
See what I mean?
February 3, 2010
Where do you get your happiness?
I grew up watching all the must-watch cartoons for any well-raised child of the 1980s – Japanese robot anime, Disney classics, and perhaps one of the most underrated animated films of all time, the Peanuts adaptations.
I must admit it was disconcerting hearing Snoopy’s voice (didn’t he always communicate through thought bubbles?), but it helped make the characters more real, more visceral for me.
Here’s a short clip from “You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown.”
It tells us that happiness is not in the glitz and glory; it’s in the little details that we almost miss, the happy accidents that paint the delightlfully sloppy mish-mash of experiences that make up day-to-day life.
Be happy, and find peace.
February 2, 2010
People may argue that the true contenders for the title of Ultimate He-Man Sex Panther of the 1990s were such traditional macho ladykillers as Jestoni Alarcon, Christopher De Leon, and Richard Gomez.
How indeed could any self-respecting 1990s dalagang bukid resist the magnetic pull of a Speedo-and-boldstar-bigote combination like this?
And then you have aberrations, like the goofy-grinning, jug-eared Jose Mari Chan.
Gifted neither with conventional good looks nor your typical alpha-male “oozing machismo” sex appeal, it’s hard to argue with the quality of ladies he would bag in his music videos. Sheryl Cruz. Sharon Cuneta. Vilma Santos. Regine Velasquez. If you’re in the 1990s, those four made up the mythical Mount Rushmore of Most Desireable Leading Ladies whose So-en panties any man should aspire to get into.
Say what you will, but Tetchie Agbayani, Carmi Martin, Dawn Zulueta, and Anjanette Abayari just cannot hold a candle to those four.
Jose Mari Chan was the man. Despite the Dumbo ears and shit-eating smile, he made it with the ladies in a way that nobody else could have. Unconfirmed rumors in fact suggest that good ol’ JMC engaged not just in raunchy monkey sex with these vivacious vixens, but did so all at the same time*.
Forget ménage-a-troix, this man was good for a four-pack.
Ultimate He-Man Sex Panther of the 1990s?
He may not have had the Speedo-filling swollen physiques that the original bigote boys of the 1990s had, but when you boil things down to the rawest results, it’s hard to deny that Jose Mari Chan, the Chinky-Eyed Czar of Cherry-Poppin’, brought home not just the bacon, but every last “Beautiful Girl” upon whom he sets his eyes.
* Attributed to shady yet intensely good-looking Internet resource operating under the nom-de-plume “MDJ Superstar.”
MDJ Superstar is very interesting.
