Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Changed His Name Again, Diddy?

I don't usually write about the news. The way I see it, you can get that stuff anywhere. It would be silly for me to write, "Hey, guys, did you see that scientists have discovered new way to make macaroni and cheese?" and then sit back and wait for the comments to come flooding in. I like to think I offer my readers entertainment value that they just can't find anywhere else. For instance, a few weeks ago, Jose told me the following story:

I had a customer ask me, "Do you have Oliver Twist by Winston Churchill?" I thought I heard wrong, so I asked her to repeat it. She said, "Winston Churchill, you know, the same guy who wrote A Christmas Carol."


That's the sort of stuff I write about. You're not going to find any stories about Nick's bachelor party on the Drudge Report.

funky monkeyHowever, yesterday I saw something that I couldn't pass up. Apparently, Sean "P. Diddy" Combs is changing his name again. That's right, folks, P. Diddy is no more. Now he's simply "Diddy." Seriously. He said the 'P' was confusing people.

"I felt like the 'P' was getting between me and my fans and now we're closer."

Yeah, that 'P' was holding him back. His name was too closely associated with urine before, but now that he's broken the shackles of that extra letter, his career can really take off!

That would have been the funniest thing I read all day, but then I saw this:

"During concerts, half the crowd is saying 'P. Diddy'--half the crowd is chanting 'Diddy'--now everybody can just chant 'Diddy.' "

Amazing.

Let's take a look back at Diddy's various monikers throughout his career, shall we? And while we're doing it, let's make most of it up so I don't have to search the wikipedia file on him.

Before Sean "Puffy" Combs burst onto the music scene with his innovative technique of saying, "Uh-huh. Yeah," over other peoples' songs, he was known in certain circles as Sean "Honey" Combs. This was during his early years as a cabaret performer. He upgraded to "Puffy" after an allergic reaction to shelfish left him with a swollen face minutes before he was to appear on Hip Hop Hoedown, an experimental stage show co-sponsored by Black Entertainment Television and the Nashville Network. Although the concert was a disaster, Puffy remained determined to achieve his goal of saying "Uh-huh. Yeah," over other peoples' songs for a living.

He formed Bad Boy Records in 1993, and changed his name to a slightly more sinister "Puff Daddy." With his new label and a name that conjures images of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, "Puff Daddy" took the world by storm. By 1997, kids all over the world were singing along, saying "Uh-huh. Yeah," over other peoples' songs. Puff Daddy's dream had come true.

However, controversy struck in 1999, when a string of charges led Combs to change his name yet again, this time to P. Diddy.

"See, the cops, they're all looking for Puff Daddy. But I'm like, 'Who dat? I'm P. Diddy. I don't know anybody named Puff Daddy.' And the cops are like, 'Oh, sorry, sir. We had you confused with someone else.'"

The P. Diddy ruse worked. Unfortunately, it worked a little too well. By 2005, most people had forgotten who P. Diddy was, and those that remembered assumed he'd been shot by a rival artist years ago.

With news this week that Combs is back with a fresh new name, it's clear that not only was Diddy not gunned down by West Coast rivals, but he'll be saying "Uh-huh. Yeah," over other peoples' songs for years to come.

27 comments:

mr. schprock said...

Thanks for sharing this "tearing down the barrier" story with us. That "P." was really in the way, wasn't it? Now that it's gone, I can really feel the difference!

hoverpants said...

Poor P is dead and gone.

Pretty little Diddy with a red dress on.

Scott said...

Next it will be Diddle, then Hey Diddle, then Hey Diddle Diddle, etc. This guy is a marketing genius.

Anonymous said...

"Diddy" sounds strangely redneck. Ironic, isn't it? ;)

fakies said...

I read this article earlier today, and was overwhelmed with an urge to beat him over the head with a trowel. Almost like when Ben started dating J-Lo. (The woman doesn't tip, you idiot!) But at least he didn't change it to P. Daddy, which would imply he was not just a deadbeat dad the courts know - he was a deadbeat dad who suffered from incontinence.

John said...

*cough*click on macaroni and cheese*cough*

Chloe said...

John, you're priceless. Uh-huh. Yeah.

John said...

Does that mean I'm not worth a thousand bucks? Because I found that out yesterday.

NYPinTA said...

See, your problem is that you are original and come up with your own posts! Maybe you should just cut and paste from other people's blogs and type "Uh huh, Yeah." everywhere.
You could be R. Squiggy, or something not as stupid. (But not as stupid then Puff Daddy, Puffy, P. Diddy, or Diddy. That isn't possible.)

Anonymous said...

Cheapskate people who undertip or don't tip at all are one of those things that can make me go postal.
I SWEAR I could write a book on it!

It especially makes me MAD when I read in the news that a rich celebrity is stingy or doesn't tip. There simply is no excuse. And using the tired out excuse that you didn't get great service is bullshit. A waitress wouldn't either keep her job or make any money (or both). It's in her best interest to keep her customers happy. And when a waitress makes a conscious effort to keep her customers informed if the kitchen is slow with getting the food out should NOT be punished by a shitty tip!

Yeah...I've had to make a living being a waitress. Damn, don't get me started....

dot said...

If he'd gone farther down the Nashville route, he could have named himself "Rooster Combs".

Aw. That sucked. I know.

Hilarious stuff. Not mine. Yours.

John said...

I think Scott was onto something with the Hey Diddle Diddle thing.

"Yo, this is H. Diddle Squared. Holla back or whateva. Uh-huh. Yeah."

Kathleen said...

John - I clicked your mac and cheese link, just to make you happy. Cute.

Found you through trinamick who I found through mopeysouthernchick.

NYPinTA said...

Damn, don't get me started....
I think maybe John should let you 'ghost post' and vent. Sounds like a nerve was hit!

John said...

Kids today, with their rowdy friends.

Hi, Kathleen! I think I'm supposed to advise all newcomers to check out all the Joe stuff. Share in the pain!

NYPiƱata...one of the first things Michele asked me before we even started going out was how much I tip a waitress. Very touchy subject. Maybe she'll write something about it.

Henry, how did you get here? I'm guessing it had something to do with magic beans.

fakies said...

Amen, Michelle! There's nothing I hate worse than when someone gripes about perfectly good service so they don't have to tip, and then say, "Anyone could do their job." Well, go to it, Jack!

And I take my rowdy friends with me everywhere. :P

NYPinTA said...

when did NY become a Pinata? Apparently NYPinTA goodness is candy. ;P

Trinamick and her posse! LOL! I look my rowdy friends in the cellar. Trust me, it's safer that way.

MY dad is an overtipper. Waitresses have actually followed my parents of of restaUrants to give him back some because it was too much.
I follow the 'is my drink always kept full' rule. I don't know where I got it from... ;)

John said...

Are you drunk, or did you type that with your feet?

Anonymous said...

'Before Sean "Puffy" Combs burst onto the music scene with his innovative technique of saying, "Uh-huh. Yeah," over other peoples' songs, '

Classic! Love it!

John said...

thanks, Anonymous!

You're much better than that other Anonymous that's trying to sell acne cream and vacuum parts to everybody.

Anonymous said...

Nope, no acne cream, vacuum parts or any kind of shady enhancement products here-just like your blog!

Anonymous said...

sorry- that shoulda read,"just like to READ your blog"

Anonymous said...

"when did NY become a Pinata? Apparently NYPinTA goodness is candy. ;P"

Does that mean I can start hitting you with a stick?

NYPinTA said...

Does that mean I can start hitting you with a stick?
No.

and if you do, will candy come out? Since no one is going to be hitting me with a stick, then you will never know.

Are you drunk, or did you type that with your feet? Drunk. And distracted by work.

Anonymous said...

uh-huh.. yeah.

Nicole said...

I saw it, I thought it was a joke! What an ass. What symbol will he choose next?

The Blogger Formally Known As Van! said...

Isn't that funny! Didy!

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