Snark, Critic and Pop!

Parody, or truth? (continue reading…)

Yes, friends, it’s the birthday of one of Snark Critic Pop’s nearest and dearest friends. I know I speak for Brian when I say that whenever we post something, we hope it brings a small modicum of joy to this particular, verrrrrrrrry special person. So enjoy your big day, Duane “the Rock” Johnson! (continue reading…)

Here’s a helpful video on how to turn office supplies into weapons! (continue reading…)

Elvis totally wins (in more ways than one): (continue reading…)

Some Independant (read: not WWE) pro wrestling, featuring “Lightning” Mike Quackenbush vs. “Very European” Claudio Castagnoli. Scripted exhibition? Duhhhhhh. But this is two minutes of a 15 minute match done live in front of a few hundred people with some unreal stunts: (continue reading…)

A truly fantastic montage of men, women, children, animals, exercise balls, pogo sticks, etc. crashing and burning on treadmills:

You can’t argue with the sweet, melodic voice of WWE wrestler the Undertaker. This Sunday the Undertaker goes for his 20th consecutive WrestleMania victory against Triple H, and Vegas oddsmakers heavily favor the Undertaker. Rumors the contest is fixed are baloney, of course. And this little ditty reveals that the “Dead Man” may have missed his calling as a professional singer rather than a professional wrestler. Of course, the inarguably mesmerizing results are quite possibly the work of studio magic, and no doubt a A-list song writer.

The lyric “Rotting flesh/Moving carcass” is the one that brought me to tears. This may as well be the first song where the singer makes the promise to “embalm” his listeners. Paul Bearer’s guitar skills certainly must have come in handy as well: (continue reading…)

Not an epic rap battle of history, but stop motion internet silliness:

You know ambush journalism, where some guy with a camera jumps out and asks gotcha questions to an unsuspecting dope. Sure, there may be some instances where it’s warranted (to catch a predator, a congressman who refuses to answer his constituents) but in general it sucks. So, while I don’t like seeing people get hurt, this is pretty doggone funny:

This past Thursday, I did something bizarre – I saw a “play.”  For those unfamiliar, plays are like movies that take place not on a giant screen.  Still with me?  The play is Race, by Pulitzer prize winning playwright David Mamet, put on in CAST (Carolina Actors Studio Theatre) Charlotte, North Carolina.  You know it’s art, because they spell “theater” as “theatre“! 

But what to say about the play?  This being a Mamet play, you know there are lots of pithy dialogue and plenty of swear words.  For those unaware, David Mamet is the terrific writer  behind Glengarry Glen Ross and some great movies like the Untouchables, Ronin, Spartan, Redbelt, and the Edge. (continue reading…)