Me on the Superbowl?
FuelmyBlog and MyBowlAd.com are holding a contest to find a star of a Superbowl commercial early next year. As part of it I have been asked to write 300 words on why it should be me who flies to LA and makes a prat of himself stars in a Superbowl commercial with a potential viewership of millions and millions of people worldwide.
I think my reasons are two fold. First of all it would be cool to see myself on worldwide watched telly as so far all I get to see is my wife Kim and her brother Perry in various British comedies and films. Why shouldnt I get a crack at having fans and the kudos like those two? Free drinks and admiration would be quite nice it has to said. As far as stalkers go, this blog has provided a few so I have no need of any of them. I want to get in on the family act(ing) thing and am too old to go through the whole acting school thing.
The other reason I would love to get this gig is it might be the highest level of exposure, me the singer of Growing Old Disgracefully, will ever get. I owe it to the lads and Kim to see if I can do the best for the band as possible. After all they have worked really hard on all our music and deserve some recognition for their toil. And you have to admit that doing a Superbowl commercial at my age is a supreme act of growing old disgracefully.
I think I got the quirky looks, the charisma (or so I am told) and the ability to get it right while filming. And after all I am one of those types who is willing to try anything once. Oh yes and unlike most people, even proper actors and musicians, I dont get stage fright at all. I get post-stage fright. It happens once I have done whatever I am doing, so it does not affect the performance.
Oh and as this is a blog post one last thingcan you imagine the blog hits if I win?
The contest has changed a bit and they want an amusing picture as it seems many didn’t understand the first contest. So my original entry above will remain but here is my funny pic taken on honeymoon. We found this item on the menu most amusing.
And as a bonus we have a funny one from the desert tray…
Class From An Unexpected Source
In an apparently more-civilized age, the Kentucky congressman and senator Henry Clay was once asked if the death of a political foe pleased him. He replied (this might be a paraphrase, as I was unable to find the quote):
No. When God puts His hand on a man’s shoulder, I take mine off.
What triggered this memory was the recent death of Jerry Falwell. The nutroots responded with their usual unbounded glee:
Jerry Falwell collapsed in his office this morning, and hes in the hospital, and hes “gravely unresponsive.”At a time like this, people deserve sympathy and good wishes … except for Falwell, who is an evil sonofabitch.
I didn’t have much time for Falwell; but I had even less for one of his main antagonists, Larry Flynt, publisher of the repulsive Hustler. So it was a bit of a surprise to read this statement from Flynt today:
The Reverend Jerry Falwell and I were arch enemies for fifteen years. We became involved in a lawsuit concerning First Amendment rights and Hustler magazine. Without question, this was my most important battle—the l988 Hustler Magazine, Inc., v. Jerry Falwell case, where after millions of dollars and much deliberation, the Supreme Court unanimously ruled in my favor.My mother always told me that no matter how much you dislike a person, when you meet them face to face you will find characteristics about them that you like. Jerry Falwell was a perfect example of that. I hated everything he stood for, but after meeting him in person, years after the trial, Jerry Falwell and I became good friends. He would visit me in California and we would debate together on college campuses. I always appreciated his sincerity even though I knew what he was selling and he knew what I was selling.
A graceful and—dare I say it?—almost Christian rememberance.
Comments are off for this postA few interesting pieces…
Betwixt logistics and watching the appalling weather outside and in Boston. I have stumbled on a couple of good articles. One called The Silencing which deals the Islamic Society of Boston’s censoring tactics.
The other one is more fun and about a band who is getting somewhere using online promotion methods that I have tried with my band.
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