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The awesomest thing about growing up in the 80s was none of the following:

  1. Nike Airs
  2. Trapper Keepers
  3. Giordano Blues denim jeans
  4. The GI Joe/Transformers era
  5. Vanilla Ice

It was the Family Computer, plain and simple. And while a lot of people have fond memories of classics like Contra (Up-Up-Down-Down-Left-Right-Left-Right, etc) and Super Mario Brothers 3 (bonus points if you can tell me how exactly you locate the two World-warping flutes!), my heart was always with Little Mac and his cast of villains in Mike Tyson’s Punch Out.

And so, right at this very moment, I am geeking out with the usual stiff nipples over the trailer I spotted on YouTube for the Nintendo Wii re-make of the game.

Glass Joe! Von Kaiser! King Hippo! They’re all there!

I swear to God, when I heard the theme song re-created perfectly note-for-note, my YC bikini brief tightened ever so delicately, and I was this close to fainting from ecstasy.

I could never get past Bald Bull in the World Circuit (I’d always toss the controller over to my twin when he’d start backing up for his patented Bull Charge finisher), but Mike Tyson was my bitch. I actually knocked him out with a Star Punch once, but that was just an incredible stroke of luck.

I’m older now, more mature and sophisticated, and I’ve moved on from Punch-Out to Paul Smith. But seeing this trailer made me feel like a kid. Not many things make me feel that way, and for that I must thank Nintendo.

This is the happiest I’ve ever been to be 51st best at anything.

I got a notice on my WordPress tracking yesterday that my blog got added to the day’s featured list of Top 100 growing blogs on all of WordPress (I was at number 51 for yesterday, apparently). I’m still not getting THAT much traffic (at least not enough to ever attract a paying advertisers, whose ad sponsorship I can retire on), but at a compounded weekly growth rate of 50.4% in the last three weeks, I have high hopes!

*strikes a pose*

The posts that got the most traffic were, in order:

  1. ONE BIG FIGHT! (Starring Rico Maierhofer’s Middle Finger) – A completely fictitious but very well-meaning way to actually land photographic “evidence” of the infamous Dirty Green Finger of Shame.
  2. Too Much Passion, Not Enough Class (A Mild Chastisement Of My Ateneo Boo Eagles) - A small featurette on various pics I stole from Bea and Tina’s blogs about the incredibly lame and not at all nipple-stiffening burning of DLSU players’ names at the big championship celebration.
  3. The Unnecessary Drama Of The Eraserheads – My very long take on the sad ending of the ‘heads reunion concert, featuring a singing Muppet, Randy Orton’s nipples, and a sweaty Saguijo night.

    But surprisingly – the fourth most-read blog entry is a quick 77-word throwaway entry confessing my private predilection to engage in the phenomenon known as “Porky Pigging.” I can’t figure it out, but I do know it features a very cute picture of MDJ Superstar in a graphic state of Porky Piggery…

    I don’t think I’ve ever been this proud to be 51st best at something. I will be the first to tell you that I am an affirmation whore, which is why I am so anal about statistics on my blogs…

    I spend entirely too much time and money on things that contribute absolutely nothing to my long-term security, personal development, and financial stability.

    In one blow this week, I spent almost seven thousand bucks on comic books at Fully Booked - the complete Bone series collected into one volume (it’s in black-and-white, unlike the individual volumes, which are digitally painted and look absolutely beautiful), and Neil Gaiman’s Absolute Sandman Volume III.

    I’m halfway through Bone, and it’s absolutely lovely. Jeff Smith’s writing and art is absolutely gorgeous, and something I want to pattern myself against. When TIME Magazine says it’s one of the top ten graphic novels of all time, you need to believe them. I just can’t imagine what the other ten could be – but I will certainly go out of my way to complete them all. I already have Watchmen and The Dark Knight Returns, so I think I’m well on the path to creating a stash of fine, inspiring literature to pass on to future generations of MDJ Superstarlings.

    Sandman is Sandman, but I don’t know when I’ll have the time to actually crack it open. It’s been months since I read volumes 1 & 2, so I’ll need to refresh my memory first, methinks…

    Also, I downloaded a movie I had no idea even existed – “Return to the Batcave: The Misadventures of Adam & West”, which sounds as cheesy and campy as it sounds. It’s all about Adam West & Burt Ward from the original Batman TV series from the 60s (KAPOW!), as they chase down a villain from their past, complete with the still-foxy Julie Newmar (Catwoman) playing a key role. I love nostalgia, and I swear to God my nipples stiffened with joy just seeing the original Batmobile and the “WHAM!/OUCH!/ZING!” sound effect supers.

    Sigh. I’m poor, but contented.

    Whoever said money can’t buy happiness obviously never knew where to shop…

    My nipples are stiff with happiness over having the Blue Eagles take home that big bling championship thing.

    It was also very funny to see how pikon Menggay can be when her little Green Archers and the middle-finger-flashing Maierhofer eat dirt. What time is it, huh Meng?? What time is it??

    For the first and only time in my life, I will say this: ONCE YOU GO BLACK, YOU NEVER GO BACK! Effin’ kick-ass job, Coach Norman!

    Bonfire party on Tuesday let’s go!!!! For teh win!!!11!1

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