My twenties began squarely in the winter of 1990, meaning that I was the perfect age for much of the silliness of the 1990s: Acid wash, mullets, line-dancing…  (In my defense, I usually just watched from a barstool and sang along, since I was the only one who could hit the high notes in ‘My Maria.)  I was also perfectly poised to love the works of Kevin Smith, who remains a fave-rave creator to this day.  Maybe it’s that Dante and I have the same facial hair or that Randal seemed to be the epitome of cool before age and perspective made it clear what a little smackweasel he was.  Maybe it’s just that I couldn’t decide whether I’d want to hang out with Jay or Silent Bob, whether it’s better to have a friend who handles the talking, no matter how much of a dullard he is, or to have a quiet backup ready to tell people about chasing Amy, leading to today’s life-partneral query…

The MS-QOTD (pronounced “burr-zurr-kah”) reminds Faithful Spoilerites that, no, you can’t choose “None of the above”, we’re cruel here at the MS-QOTD, asking: If you had to choose a new best friend from the front of the Quik Stop, would you pick Jay or Silent Bob?

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Once upon a time, there was a young nerd from the Midwest, who loved Matter-Eater Lad and the McKenzie Brothers... If pop culture were a maze, Matthew would be the Minotaur at its center. Were it a mall, he'd be the Food Court. Were it a parking lot, he’d be the distant Cart Corral where the weird kids gather to smoke, but that’s not important right now... Matthew enjoys body surfing (so long as the bodies are fresh), writing in the third person, and dark-eyed women. Amongst his weaponry are such diverse elements as: Fear! Surprise! Ruthless efficiency! An almost fanatical devotion to pop culture! And a nice red uniform.

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  1. Since my nickname back home is already Silent Bob, I have to go with Jay. The dynamic wouldn’t change much, I am just a somewhat slightly more vocal version of Bob who doesn’t partake due to medical reasons.

    But Silent Bob wouldn’t be without a foul-mouthed chuckle head, as my own Jay (my buddy Jeff) would fill Jay’s role just as easily.

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