The day everyone showers me with attention, compliments, and permission to drink at 9 AM I announce the winner of my latest giveaway!
For this contest, I asked you to (pretty please) leave a comment describing your ideal birthday, with bonus points awarded for mentioning chipmunks. This particular commenter nailed it. I love word-y puns almost as much as I love sneaking “water” into the movies.
And thus, the winner of Last Week Tonight with John Oliver’s “A Day in the Life of Marlon Bundo” is…
A birthday giveaway? It’s true, Chipmunks. This spry young bunny before you is turning another year older.
Hang on. Is that a gray hare hair?
In an effort to distract myself from the merciless hands of time, I’m giving you a gift! Well, one of you.
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Back in March, I ordered a copy of A Day in the Life of Marlon Bundo, whose proceeds go to The Trevor Project and AIDS United. It was so popular that I had to wait over a month to get my paws on it. Well, it has finally arrived, and it’s so wonderful I can’t possibly keep it all to myself.
It may seem like I bounce from topic to topic, but there’s one thing I’ve always hoped was a-bunny-dantly clear (OKAY FINE I’LL STOP): This blog is all about the love. When I started as “Go Guilty Pleasures!”, I wanted a safe place for people to come together to dish about their embarrassing delights, like gypsy weddings and farting. It evolved to Go Jules Go, where I now talk about all kinds of hopes, dreams, fears, and things that allow you to laugh at with me (um…right?). Regardless of the name, I always, always wanted you to know: You are celebrated here.
And that’s what this book is all about.
This book was Last Week Tonight with John Oliver‘s response to another children’s book that came out on the same day. A book that shall remain unnamed here, because, like I said.
I’ve had friends send me invites through Paperless Post in the past and thought, “Well aren’t we fancy?” while secretly seething with jealousy. Now we can be fancy together!
Want to win?
All you have to do to enter is leave a comment below by NOON EST on Saturday, April 28th explaining what the world’s best birthday would look like to you. Points awarded for humor, creativity and ability to compliment me mentioning chipmunks.
I’ll announce the winner on MAH BIRTHDAY, April 30th! Now hop to it! I’m going to go back to playing on Paperless Post.
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Guess what? Today is Uncle Jesse’s 8th birthday!
Joseph Frazz Photography
And I thought, “What better way to honor him than to steal his food?”
As luck would have it, our latest shipment of V-Dog plant-based kibble just arrived!
30 lbs. Also the exact amount of weight I’ve gained since entering grad school.
Two weeks ago, I mentioned that this was one of my favorite vegan food hacks, albeit one enjoyed by my fur baby and not so much me.
Until (spoiler alert) NOW!
I was keenly aware of the bag’s poundage, and my own, as I lugged it up two long flights of stairs and into the tiny apartment.
In a recent post, I said that this plant-based kibble smelled so “decent,” and Uncle Jesse loves it so much, that I might actually try it myself. And that if I did, I would, of course, blog about it.
Because why stop at peeing on houses when you can still sink a little lower?
Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m getting hungry.
…If this goes viral, I’m not sure how I’ll feel about it.
If you’d like to celebrate how much we love our furry families, and every kind of love, I hope you’ll consider doing what I just did and buy a copy of Last Week Tonight with John Oliver’s new children’s book, “A Day in the Life of Marlon Bundo.” Proceeds go to The Trevor Project and AIDS United. (And if you really want to geek out, check out the line-up on the audio version!)
I’ve lived in northern New Jersey my entire life, which means constant access to pork roll and Bon Jovi some pretty cool stuff, like the myriad New York City happenings, a mere 25 miles away.
It’s easy to take this proximity for granted; I’ve only met a few other people who leverage one especially cool perk: Television show tapings!
Babs (my mom) is one of those people.
That’s right, Chipmunks! On Monday, Babs and I saw a taping of The Daily Show! Okay, The Daily Show Lite. While Jon Stewart is off coloring or basket-weaving or directing movies this summer, John Oliver, a Daily Show correspondent, is hosting.
Watch out, Jon. He’s good.
“Nice!” you’re probably thinking. “Why doesn’t everyone do this?”
Hey, great question, you. Shows with studio audiences are usually desperate to fill the house 5 days a week, so tickets are easy to come by (with some exceptions).
But.
While the tickets are free, they still have a price: Shows overbook, so even if you’ve reserved tickets, you have to [take off from work and] arrive early to pick them up – several hours before the taping begins. Then you have to return later, get back in line, and wait some more.
In any kind of weather.
I’m the moron in dark blue jeans in 90-degree heat.
And there’s still no guarantee you’ll actually get in.
The studio entrance.
Which is why it’s important to get drunk resourceful. For example, find a mom Babs who won a poop-ton of lottery scratch-off tickets from a radio station:
I imagine this waiting game is similar to childbirth. You forget about all of that boring, painful, hot, sticky, gross stuff once you feel the love. (I bet it’s exactly the same, am I right, parents?) Cue the ice-cold studio and geeking out.
One of the only shows I’ve ever been to where they allowed pictures during designated times.
You also forget about all of that waiting when the audience warm-up act starts picking on your mother (note: the following is based on actual events, a la Rescue 9-1-1):
You DEFINITELY forget about that waiting when the host gives the audience a personal hello, sincere thanks, and answers questions.
And you totally, totally, TOTALLY forget about that waiting when you spot yourself on TV that same night:
Didja miss me? Okay, fine, that wasn’t really fair. Let me help ya out:
Especially epic since The Daily Show almost never features their audience on the live show.
Psst: If you’re in the New York City area and would like tickets to a Daily Show taping, check out this page.
Have you ever been to a television show taping? If not, would it be worth all of that uncertainty and waiting to you? What show tops your list?
Congratulations, SHENRYDAFRANKMAN! I’ll be in touch to send you your delightful spoils.
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plant-based kibble just arrived!
Go Jules Go 