What a hassel

Funny thing about celebrity; much like lego, one can never have quite enough. Unlike lego, though, celebrity doesn't fit up your nose. But like lego, celebrity is an artifical construct; a scaled representation of reality consisting of pieces that fit perfectly and effortlessly together. But, unlike lego, celebrity doesn't have those weird crescent-moon shaped hands.

But anyhoo... Another funny thing about 'celebrity' the concept, is it's druglike quality. For many folks of dubious talent, once they get that hit of fame - getting recognised in the street, strangers wanting them to sign something, people giving them free stuff - it's a constant pursuit. It's keeping it going. It's maintaining that status to jump queues at clubs, being the famous schmoe that is a featured attraction at supermarket grand openings and generally getting unwarranted attention just because you've got a mug that people you don't know happen to recognise.

And today's Daily Shirt is just such a pursuer. There was a hit (but stupid show) in the 80's, there was a MASSIVE hit (thanks to girls in bathing suits) in the 90's, and there's an incipid singing career. By rights, this buddy should have enjoyed his moment in the gaudy 80's sun and been politely but firmly ushered into a comfortable oblivon of 'hey weren't you on that one show way back when...?' But no, he just finished up another immensely popular television program ("America's Got Too Much Time On It's Hands To Be Watching Garbage Like This" was the name, I believe) and most likely isn't done yet.

Much like the Chuck Norris phenomenon, Shirty's head is a combination of past reputation meeting a whole new generation looking for kitsch in a new medium.

And what the mob wants, the mob gets; and apparently it's not about to 'hassle the hoff' at this juncture.

Nothing to see here, friends; just keep fiddling...