My face.
My face was all over the All Star game. I was getting calls from family/friends all over the country. And while it's obviously not like an agent will see this commercial and call me, I kind of don't care. Something I've always had as a goal is already accomplished pretty damn early in my career, and that is being nationally televised. There's nothing quite like the feeling that a million or so people just saw your face. Again, I know it's not like I'm famous now, or that anyone randomly watching the commercial will even focus on me long or give a shit, but I'm out there now. When I die something will be in some archive somewhere with me in it. And 2 seconds shmoo smeconds, that's kinda awesome.
And TONIGHT, to continue my awesome July, me and Jason are going to watch the HBO Baseball Town Hall with Bob Costas LIVE at Skirball. Hank Aaron, Willie Mays and DAVE WINFIELD are gonna be there to talk about boring stuff. However, there is a slight chance that my main man TONY GWYNN may also be there and if it happens and you're watching you will hear the soft squish of me pooping my pants.
Oh and a final commercial note: in the section with the Red Sox themed wedding you will see most of the people I spent my very long day with. They were all pretty cool, esp the bride and groom, and the groomsmen were deliciously sexxxy in their tuxes and I remember being very sad I wasn't in their little spec and I had to be all gross and goofy. But anyways most of those bridesmaids (the girls holding up the bats) were complete bitches and spent most of our waiting time sizing everyone up and making me feel inadequate and losery for not knowing what was happening (excuse me for not immediately understanding all that goes into filming a real actual big budget thing). They also told me if I didn't know from the beginning that I was a "principal" performer (SAG lingo for highest paid on the scale) then I was probably not going to get a contract and would be paid a minimal amount. Then out comes the contract guy and what do ya know...a principal contract for me. Then those bitches shut up and I felt awesome. And now I feel more awesome because YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE THEIR FACES. They went through twice as long for makeup, hair, and costuming then I did and you can't even see em. I laughed so hard when I saw that. Karma, bitches. So they will be paid significantly less, haha! Wow that sounded bitchy of myself. I don't care.
Oh, and the voodoo Cardinals fan and the two guys in business suits cheering for the Cubs were my buddies. You can kind of tell from watching them act that we would be on-set friends. What can I say? I have affinity for hilarious guys who are also actors.
But shhhh, the Dodgers mariachi band was my favorite. Because they spoke no English and sat there all morning staring at us all because they brought their own outfits and needed no primping. And one of them walked in on me in the bathroom because we were all in the same locker room. Sigh. That was a really weird/fun day.
And TONIGHT, to continue my awesome July, me and Jason are going to watch the HBO Baseball Town Hall with Bob Costas LIVE at Skirball. Hank Aaron, Willie Mays and DAVE WINFIELD are gonna be there to talk about boring stuff. However, there is a slight chance that my main man TONY GWYNN may also be there and if it happens and you're watching you will hear the soft squish of me pooping my pants.
Oh and a final commercial note: in the section with the Red Sox themed wedding you will see most of the people I spent my very long day with. They were all pretty cool, esp the bride and groom, and the groomsmen were deliciously sexxxy in their tuxes and I remember being very sad I wasn't in their little spec and I had to be all gross and goofy. But anyways most of those bridesmaids (the girls holding up the bats) were complete bitches and spent most of our waiting time sizing everyone up and making me feel inadequate and losery for not knowing what was happening (excuse me for not immediately understanding all that goes into filming a real actual big budget thing). They also told me if I didn't know from the beginning that I was a "principal" performer (SAG lingo for highest paid on the scale) then I was probably not going to get a contract and would be paid a minimal amount. Then out comes the contract guy and what do ya know...a principal contract for me. Then those bitches shut up and I felt awesome. And now I feel more awesome because YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE THEIR FACES. They went through twice as long for makeup, hair, and costuming then I did and you can't even see em. I laughed so hard when I saw that. Karma, bitches. So they will be paid significantly less, haha! Wow that sounded bitchy of myself. I don't care.
Oh, and the voodoo Cardinals fan and the two guys in business suits cheering for the Cubs were my buddies. You can kind of tell from watching them act that we would be on-set friends. What can I say? I have affinity for hilarious guys who are also actors.
But shhhh, the Dodgers mariachi band was my favorite. Because they spoke no English and sat there all morning staring at us all because they brought their own outfits and needed no primping. And one of them walked in on me in the bathroom because we were all in the same locker room. Sigh. That was a really weird/fun day.