Portrait of Delusional Celebrities

   I’ve been checking out Friendster profiles, and found out how many people use MyHeritage to establish themselves as “celebrities.”  MyHeritage is the 21st century equivalent of deluded beliefs of looking like celebrities.

   It’s not that I’m immune from delusions: I take medication for delusions.  So to humor myself, I ran the MyHeritage face recognition on two of my better pictures (my yearbook pictures) and I was pleasantly surprised.

    And needless to say, my ego is inflated to the size of a scrotum stung by a thousand killer bees: the hypothesis being that all MyHeritage users are deluded.

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Exhibit A: Me without glasses:

Me without glasses72% Mary-Louise Parker, 72% Lalaine, 70% Joshua Jackson, 68% Jonathan Rhys Meyers, 68% Andie McDowell, 67% Gary Cooper, 66% Richard Dean Anderson, 66% Ernest Hemingway, 64% Chew Chor Meng, 63% Keanu Reeves.

   I heart MyHeritage: I have a strong resemblance to Ernest Hemingway, McGyver, and Keanu Reeves.  It figures: I read a lot of Hemingway, I watched (to a certain extent) “Babylon 5,” and MyHeritage was not the first time I was compared to Neo (that distinction goes to Krissa).  And like Keanu Reeves, I can’t act my way out of a paper bag.


Exhibit B: Me with glasses:

63% Joey Yung, 62% Daviegh Chase, 61% Takizawa Hideyaki, 58% Megan Ewing, 58% Vivien Leigh, 57% Woranuch Wongsawan, 57% Siti Nurhaliza, 56% Son Ye-jin, 56% Michael Vartan, 56% Zsa Zsa Gabor.

   Save for a celebrity named “Takizawa Hideyaki” and Michael Vartan of “Alias” and “Never Been Kissed” fame, I find MyHeritage to be dubious: how in the heck do I look like Zsa Zsa Gabor?  I mean, I’m the first one to admit that I look like a woman, but this is ridiculous.  I don’t heart MyHeritage.


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   Because I don’t heart MyHeritage, I think that people who use face-recognition technology from Shockwave Flash objects in the Internet – and take it seriously – are fools.  Insecure, pitiful wretches.  Canker sores on the herpes-infested mouth that is the indifferent society.  Hemorrhoids in the inflamed anus that is the world.  Stray bits of feces in the rectal hair of stray dogs.  Vain souls who should be first in line at the purge of sinners at Armageddon.  Locusts on the fallowed fields of life itself.  People who should be rolled into the city square chained naked into wooden cages, hanged in the gallows, dunked in boiling asphalt, paved into a road, and ran over with a steamroller.

   Figuratively speaking.

   As it seems, a couple of my friends have posted MyHeritage-related stuff in their personal websites.  I don’t know about friends who look 68% like Matt Damon, or 74% like Charlize Theron.  He sure as hell doesn’t look like Matt Damon, and she looks more like Anne Curtis than Charlize Theron.

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   But there really is no substitute to flattery: the kind of “MyHeritage” that does not require an Internet connection.  Take my dad, for example.  Here’s a 52-year-old man with a balding spot at the top of his head the size of a personal pizza, and he compares himself to Sam Milby and (goodness gracious) John Lloyd Cruz.  I love my dad and all, but I don’t see him in “Maging Sino Ka Man” anytime soon.  And oh yeah, his dancing skills are enough to win him P5,000 in “Wowowee.”

   On the outset, however, I did inherit the genetic trait of celebrity delusion from him, but of a different sort.  Last night, my friends jokingly alluded to me looking like Ryan Agoncillo in “Ysabella,” when he used hair extensions.

   Needless to say, I was flattered.  Go ahead, flatten me with a steamroller.

Typing Monkeys

   Part of the “online folklore” of Original TMX were the “typing monkeys.”  There was this old Hanna-Barbera cartoon where monkeys in front of typewriters were writing the greatest novel in the world, and were paid their wages in bananas.  The “typing monkeys” were just like that: I didn’t write my own entries.  Instead, I operated a sweatshop for lesser simians who wrote entries for me.  Thankfully, nobody bought into that idea.

   The idea of “writing about everything” is somewhat ambitious, but I’m on my way on pulling that off after three years of blogging.  I wonder if I’d meet my match in writing about tampons, but if I’m known for anything, I’m capable of it.  “Everything and nothing” has always been my bread-and-butter as a blogger.  The idea behind the “typing monkeys” is that if you put a thousand intelligent monkeys inside a room, you’d basically end up with the meaning of life.

   I don’t really know – or care for – my place in the Philippine blogosphere.  While I’m known to be a social commentator or an online political pundit, I also write about showbiz, sports, and all too often, inane non-topics.  I think that the reason why I lasted so long in the blogosphere is because of my willingness – perhaps even my gullibility – to write about anything and everything that can be committed to a paragraph.

   Why should we limit ourselves?  As long as there are things happening, I’ll keep those monkeys tied to their keyboards and delay their banana wages.  Go ahead, sue me for animal cruelty.


   It’s easy to get around a problem surrounding the lack of your favorite cigarette: you look for a substitute.  In the absence of Marlboro Lights, there’s always Winston Lights or Marlboro Reds.  The same is true when it comes to drinking… or is it?

   Two summers ago, when I spent the summer term at UP Diliman, me and a few friends from the boarding house decided to drink a round of beers to celebrate the end of my exam.  I didn’t know much about Manila, so I expected that they drank the same kind of San Miguel Beer I was used to guzzling here in Baguio.  It was a relatively rural area (the irony of it), but the nearby stores didn’t carry SMB.  After a few stores – and a trip to MiniStop – we finally got San Miguel.

   For the non-alcoholics, it’s a different sort: back in those days, I literally had to train myself to drink RC Cola.  Here in Baguio, there’s no such thing as “not Coke:” you’d have to be a lowlander to appreciate Pepsi.  Coke Sakto was just about as far as the Coca-Cola continuum will go in that neighborhood, where the nearest Coke-selling place was the soda fountain at CASAA.  The soonest I got to the bus terminal on my way out of Manila, I drank Coke to my heart’s content.

   Nein.  So the Germans say.

Mixed Reactions

   In the real world, I’ve been getting some mixed reactions on my recent move to my own web domain and shifting blogging platforms from BlogDrive to WordPress.  The first impression of almost every reader is the color scheme: in Original TMX, some readers threw online fits when I changed background colors from black to white.  The Christmas theme was particularly a cause for discontent among more loyal readers, so I scrapped it.

In general, for its first few days, Marocharim.com got some mixed reactions.

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   There are mixed reactions to this particular theme I chose when I shifted to WordPress: as expected, some don’t like it.  Black, as it seems, is synonymous with the general “attitude” of The Marocharim Experiment.  I have a fairly good excuse for that: I still have to learn the works of WordPress, and as soon as I can do that, I would very probably go back in black.

Yet I’m quite surprised at the positive feedback I have received when it comes to color and page themes: apparently, this theme is cleaner and easier to read compared to the original.  I’ve gotten a small number of messages from a few readers who said that the original BlogDrive blog was quite hard to read owing to its high-contrast color scheme (the bulk of them saying that they get eyestrain).  Another positive feedback is that on slower connections, “New TMX” loads way faster.

Another thing some people observed is that here, I eliminated the bracketed tag line (those introductory notes at the beginning of entries that usually take the form of < hmmm… >).  That tag line served the purpose of what I’m writing about: WordPress comes with categories, which means that I don’t really have to “qualify” the “topic” of the article any more than an obligatory onomatopoeia.

Another convenient feature of WordPress is that it runs just as well on Mozilla Firefox as Internet Explorer.  Back when I was using BlogDrive, entries typed in IE looked better than ones typed in Firefox, so I duked it out with IE as much as I didn’t really like it.

I’m not saying that BlogDrive is a sucky platform for free blogging: I didn’t remain a loyal free subscriber of BlogDrive if it didn’t get the job done.  In fact, if you’re a relatively new blogger, I highly recommend BlogDrive: it’s very easy to customize, it comes with great themes, and it has a very good WYSIWYG editor.

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    On the matter of my own domain, I also have gotten mixed reactions.  While some are genuinely happy for me, some are genuinely unhappy: apparently, having my own web domain represents my re-initiation into bourgeois culture and marks the beginning of that day when I would very probably sell out to advertisers.  I understand the sentiment: after all, I did just fine blogging for free without having to bombard my audience with advertisements back in the old days.  But as much as I hate to admit it, times have changed.  Having my own domain means much more flexibility, but it also means having to pay for it.  Practicality – the fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse – rears its ugly head and has convinced me that this domain has to pay for itself.

In the very near future, I would do the “unthinkable” and do AdSense, and eventually, I would probably write for companies who want to advertise their products online (until such time that I can establish a wider audience).  But I’ll try to keep that at a minimum: as long as I have enough to pay for the yearly renewal fees of this domain and the Coke I drink every time I write, and perhaps a few bills to line my wallet.  I’m not planning to be a millionaire.

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   Anyway, perhaps the most important thing I need now is a wider audience, and perhaps writing projects.  Spread the word.

Ladies and Gentlemen… Welcome to Marocharim.com

   It’s an interesting story, for those who are interested.  A couple of months ago, I entered the Wika 2007 Blog Writing Contest and won myself a one-year free webhosting service for winning the Participants’ Choice Award.  I don’t really know why, but I won it anyway.

   Today, 5 December 2007, I was about to access my BlogDrive page and poof, the BlogDrive domain expired.  I figured that The Marocharim Experiment was doomed, but I kind of forgot: I have my own web domain.  Who says my online writing days are over just because the blog-hosting domain I was loyal to for the past three years temporarily expired?  Besides, to echo Shari Cruz of Misteryosa.com, the very idea of me having my own webpage is a really good idea.

   So today, I’m delivering on that really good idea.  It will take a while before I really learn how to use WordPress, but for now, my loyal readers will have to settle for a free theme I sourced from WordPress (because I can’t seem to access my FTP).  Somebody out there please help me out.

   Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Marocharim.com.