If you’re not familiar with the Smallbany Cartoons, you can check them out HERE.
Cartoonist Dana Owens, put together a little movie at Smallbany, and it includes an interview with Tess (from McGeary’s) and me at the 5:40 mark.
Thank you, Dana Owens, for including me in your project. Keep up the great work!
When I first heard about Vine, I was all like, “ooooh exciting. A new wine app.”
I stood corrected and I now use the mini-movie making app pretty regularly, say once a week maybe. Which is a lot for me. I don’t do anything once a week.
Vine is fun. And it’s perfect for my attention span.
So, I thought it would be interesting to do a Vine Video Competition for a Bombers Burrito Bar commercial.
In case you didn’t know, Bombers Burrito Bar Troy is opening up this
Winter 2012 Early 2013 Spring 2013 sometime in 2013, and it’d be fun to have a new Bombers commercial to send around.
So… if you use Vine, and want to participate, here are the rules:
2. Make a Vine video commercial.
3. Title the video: Check out the video I made for @BombersBurritos #BombersCommercialContest
4. There has to be the Bombers star logo in your video somewhere.
The winner of this Bombers Burrito Bar commercial contest will receive:
1. $500 cash
2. A Bombers Burrito Bar gift card for $100
4. Your commercial splattered all over social media.
5. A hug, a thank you, and probably a shot of tequila from me. Unless you’re under-age, in which case just the thank you and the shot.
The contest ends June 1, 2013.
We look forward to checking out your Vine videos!
Here is a photo of my boy Frankie, who caught a fish at Grafton.
Thank you, Sarah and Duncan Pratt, for always taking such good care of my dogs. I love you guys.
First of all, I know smoking is bad so spare me the lecture.
I only do it when I’m drinking, stressed, driving in my car, or after you know what.
Anyway, thank you American Express for the wonderful customer service representative.
For the last couple of days, I’ve been involved in a strange email exchange with some girl.
It is mostly my fault because I originally responded sarcastically, assuming her initial email was spam, and I was bored.
But maybe it’s not spam. I don’t know. I can never tell anymore. I still think maybe there is a girl in Russia who is moving to my neighborhood and thinks I’m sexy.
Anyway, I don’t love the fact that when someone Googles: baby + goat + slaughter … that my email address pops up.
So… last night I helped out my friend Delores.
Delores is an event planner, and she was hired to do a cocktail party at a very well known, very rich clothing designer.
Delores asked me if would help her out at the pre-Met Gala cocktail party as a bartender.
I was like, “hell yes.” She was like, “you can’t freak out, there’s going to be a lot of celebrities there.” I was like, “I won’t.” Weeeeeeeeeeeee!
Before I showed up at the party, I had to sign a bunch of non disclosure documents saying I wouldn’t take any photos or use any names or whatever. I am pretty sure this blog post isn’t a violation because I’m not going to use her real name, obviously. Even though I’m dying to.
In a nutshell, the party was a small gathering of super A list celebrities, all wearing the designer, and all of their seemingly gay husbands.
The absolutely gigantic apartment was insanely beautiful, and everyone at the party drank diet cokes with no ice. Which I thought was very strange. I mean, who orders a Diet Coke without
One super hot A-list celebrity who I just assumed didn’t drink, was pounding tequilas on the rocks, which was impressive. I wanted to be like, “I’m not reeeally a cater waiter. Can we go have a cigarette? I have so much to ask you.”
It was all very Downtown Abbey, and unfortunately I was very Thomas Barrow, even though I wanted to be very Tom Branson.