Bacardi xmax.

9.6.06
4:35 PM

While yesterday was not a good day, today was. Or is. Whatever.
The main reason is because I got an e-mail from Luigi Felotico, who worked on the Bacardi thing with me. He sent a link to a European website that catalogs commercials…Bacardi commercials.
The version up there is the tiny 30 second version, and, as far as I know at the moment, the only version. I called the production house and asked them about getting a copy and if there were any other releaseable versions. They said they had to check but that a copy (of the 30 sec. one) is on the way.
Now, I was pretty hush hush about this for some reason or other that I have forgotten, but I might have mentioned that there were three or four endings shot, two of which featured me heavily. They have chosen one of those two endings for this version.
Now, at this point, I know virtually nothing about the coverage of this spot, where or when or even if it will be shown. All I know is that it is apparently going to be huge and I cannot believe they would only have that 30 second version. Then again, I know almost nothing about it. As soon as I do, I will share it.
Here is the link. Click on the broadband version.

*t i n g l e*

I got an e-mail from Jenny (who worked on the Bacardi commercial with me as both talent and in a production capacity), check this out...

"I wanted to keep you in the
loop. The commercial hasn't aired yet, so copies are
still pending, but BUT it is getting TONS of press and
is going to be playing worldwide, damn the buyout. It
is the first part of a huge campaign to change the
image of Bacardi and it is going to get alot more
attention than originally expected, WOOO HOOO."

Based on what I know, I guess the new image involves tall people drinking more. We'll soon find out...

Mr. Charisma Goes To France

5.11.06
3:21 PM
I feel like a mountain top. Snow-covered and slightly sleepy. Tickled by the cold, thin air. Solipsistic yet all-encompassing. I am alone with millions.
I just found a way to make a silly noise with this keyboard here. Hee hee hee.
It stopped. Man, I never get to have any fun.
I have changed my diet recently. I also have upped the frequency of my swimming trips. See, I consciously made a mistake a few days ago that cost me a lot of money and a wonderful travel opportunity, but hopefully that won’t happen again as long as I keep up the good food and continuous exercise thing.
Action/reaction.
Action/reaction.
Buy the ticket/take the ride.
It was quite a harsh punishment that I received as a reaction, but it was alllll me and I take full responsibility. In fact, rather than just saying, yes, it’s true, this man has no dick, I am working to repair the damage. I think it’s going well.
Let’s all take a moment to consider the word “dick”. Since when does that word have ANYTHING to do with a penis? Was some King Richard an asshole nicknamed Dick after being a penis? I mean, exegesis please! He-lloooo!! Ahoy hoy!!! Cthulhu hoy hoy!! Shub niggurath hoy hoy!!!!! Azathoth Nyarlathotep hoy hoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! R’yleh hoy hoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ygnaiih…ygnaiih…thflthkh’ngha hoy hoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! H’ehye n’grkdl’lh, h’ehye in the name of Yog Sothoth hoy hoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And then we switch…

7:50 PM
Well, I guess I did something right.
Seconds after I walked into my apartment for my break, I found out that I booked the aforementioned money/travel thing.
From the 12th to the 19th I will be in Nice, France shooting a Bacardi commercial. We will be shooting in both Nice and Monaco.
Again: I am leaving the country. I am going to France. I will be paid to drink Bacardi and eat French food for a week. Holy goddamn Jesus Fucking Christ on un pogo stick in the water.
I AM GOING TO FRANCE.
PAUL MARK DAMIAN GUYET JR IS GOING TO FUCKING FRANCE.
I think I am on the Right Track.
Right after hearing it up to a few minutes ago, it hadn’t hit me yet. Part of it has and now I am vibrating with words, thoughts, feelings and emotions. My first thought was, “Am I going to get fired for this?” Once that was taken care of I had “I will be there without my friends”, and then I decided that I am going to buy a French Nine Inch Nails CD and everything became copasetic. Christina was on the phone with me and she said this place is basically paradise. I can do paradise. I plan to bring my video camera and my Polaroid in order to properly document this occasion. According to Christina, I will see mountains, castles, ruins (which I believe are very old castles) and cobblestones. Lots of cobblestones. I will be about a half hour from Italy, another country in Europe.
Holy fuck.
I am going to a place where there is a different currency, a different language, a different quality of food, life, air…
I can’t say I’m ready for this, but that doesn’t really matter because I’m being paid to do this. A lot. To eat French food and drink Bacardi.
In order to make new friends I plan to bring my DVD player and hook it up to the television in my room and play The Big Lebowski drinking game (with free Bacardi products), taking time out to consume crackers, analyze and reproduce the “Gutterballs” sequence, argue the significance of the “shadow pinky” and not finish the movie.
Just for the record, Bacardi is responsible for bringing me from this country into another.
I wash my hands of this.

I am going to France.