There are three types of readers of this blog. Those that scan it for industry tips, people who find it accidentally via my videos, and those of you who are hard-core members of the WillVideoForFood backrow. This one’s for you, peeps.
I haven’t been keeping up on comments here, but let’s get back at making this a dialogue not a monologue, mkay? Did you know you can subscribe to my videos via e-mail at www.companyofnalts.com? Maybe that can get you the coveted “first” comment.
I’m gonna get a hair transplant. Don’t tell anyone, though. People think that’s a sign of vanity or insecurity, so I want to keep it on the low down. Not plugs, mind you… the kind that many celebrities get, and are undetectable. Hey- it’s national hairloss awareness month (August). As I said on Twitter, the other 11 months hairloss awareness is known as “mirror.” Seriously, though, why is it a source of pride to treat erectile dysfunction, but shame on those that care about their receding hairline? I told BSON (babysitter of Nalts) that I wanted to do for hair treatment what Al Gore did for ED (on a lesser scale via social media unlike the mad blast of Pfizer-supported television). She looked at me very strangely. And she hasn’t shown any interest in violin scoring my cheeto-man video (a guy I caught on tape popping one after another in an OCD style).
Wiley is considering publishing my book. So after 3 years of toying with it, maybe I’ll eventually get this puppy written.
I should vlog about this. But it’s dark, and Charlie just woke up.
Not talking much about my dad’s death because it’s hard, and I promised I’d run stuff by my mom first. She’s got more pressing issues than reviewing a video. I admired Zipster08 doing vlogs as he lost his dad. It made him real to me.
Charlie and I finally set up our garden. A little late because we’ve been redoing the whole backyard. Jo replaced our mold-filled pool house with something I could use as an office (but right now I gotta do NaltsConsulting out of a real office near our home).
You know the only thing I don’t like about consulting independently? The sales aspect… I really hate getting sales calls, so placing them isn’t easy. That’s one of the reasons I only lasted a year at KPMG. Some people are born for cold calling, but I find it more difficult than pranking.
Finally talked to Spencer, and I think I realize why he’s not been eager to do a prank video. More on that later today if I can finish the video for the peak posting hour (4 EST, 1 pacific). That seems to be the HAWT time to post. “Bring Spencer back” is such a common refrain. Truth is, I scared him with a hitchhiker prank, and I feel so bad. I pulled the video. No views are worth being mean.
I haven’t been able to read many of my comments on YouTube lately because when you’re dealing with a family death, it’s quite annoying to read messages that are negative. Although I did quite like the comment that I’m a douche-bag. If YouTube was to get an enema, they’d stick the tube in Nalts. Maybe I’ll make that my new banner tag-line.
Patrick finished swimming, and did really well. Now he’s doing tackle football. Yipes. Grant is obsessed with his DSi. Some guy from Babson is launching a tween social-networking gaming site, and we’ve been trying to connect. Katie’s almost a tween, right? She’s 11 in October.
Man my sleep has been messed up lately. Backed off on the caffeine in the afternoon, and that makes me pooped by 10.
Charlie is now moving a chair to unlock the backdoor so he can pour out a bucket. What’s so urgent about that? I think I hear Jo waking up. It’s about to get chaotic. Maybe I should sneak downstairs and run the treadmill. I’m fat right now.
Can’t stop playing Jason Mraz’ “I’m Yours.” Jo said he’s on the Today Show tomorrow. I’m trying to convince Jaaaaaa to sing it.
BSON has been calm lately. She’s moving to California. Not the LisaNova/DaveDays/Shaycarl/Danny Diamond/Sxephil YouTube Utopia in horrifying Venice beach. SanFran near Nutcheese. Nutcheese and Rey keep a clean appartment.
Hey- thanks for the logos. There are so many good ones, that I’ve been procrastinating the review of them. There are also some that are so lame they’re funny. Okay- I’ll set a goal to get them together in one spot in the next week. Maybe have people vote since I hate picking.
Had to stop because Jo needed some help tightening her Coke hat. I keep stealing it, and making it fit my huge head (to hide my receding hairline, but that game will be over soon).
Charlie has now vanished to the backyard. Yeah- I’d better go run. Oh dear. Jo is getting her daily dose of bad news. I hate watching news. Do I really need details of people being shot in a health club?
Mkay- going to treadmill. I wonder if I can last 30 minutes anymore?
Wow this was random. Well damnit, it’s a blog.
Postscript: My Landice treadmill just died, so I made it all of 10 minutes jogging in our hilly neighborhood.