One of my greatest joys in life, along with my marriage and the birth of my daughter was the day I discovered Popeye on Boston broadcast television in Spanish. If you think Popeye is bizarre in English, just you wait until you see Popeye, el Marinero. Yo soy que yo soy, indeed.
In any case, we have frequent suggester Joe from Scranton, PA to thank for this mishegas, who suggest Popeye and lead us down the road which eventually dropped us off at Olive Oyl (see here). Not exactly what Joe was hoping for, we know, but it IS kinda his fault, regardless. Thanks Joe!