Category: How I Did It
How I managed to pull off some of my more interesting stunts
Mar 24, 2012 — It’s hard to talk about what happened on February 5, 2012. The day feels like a confusing dream, the kind you wake from in happiness and then sadly realize never occurred. The only difference is that it did. Part 7: The Superbowl. Meeting Saturday Night Live stars, sitting in chairs waiting for commercial breaks, the Lonely Island, and an amazing Sundance coincidence!
Feb 14, 2012 — All the finalists and Doritos team met downstairs. “Make sure you have everything you need for the whole day,” they told us, “and don’t bring anything you can’t bring into the stadium with you.” This was really happening. Part 6: Superbowl Day. Peyton Manning, festival around the stadium, strict security; unbelievable nervous thrill!
Feb 6, 2012 — Saturday night before the Superbowl we were treated to a swank dinner where we met several more Doritos marketing and advertising bigwigs. And, finally, Akiva from Lonely Island!!!! Cognac and cigars on the roof of the restaurant; fellowship and nerves. Part 5: the day before the Superbowl!
Feb 3, 2012 — During yesterday’s TV interviews, one of the TV stations asked two of the finalists (who shall remain nameless) what their favorite Lonely Island song was. The first guy said “Iran From You”—and the second guy nonchalantly said “Jizz in My Pants.” Everyone in the green room suddenly started chattering, “Did he just say Jizz in My Pants on live TV?” Part 3: media circus, parties, and meeting the guy who invented the Doritos contest in the first place!
Feb 1, 2012 — Somebody asked me whether I’d be chronicling my experiences heading to the Superbowl, and the answer is: poorly. I haven’t been keeping up with my FilmTraveler blog because I have a backlog of entries about Charles Darwin that I felt honor-bound to post before switching to anything frivolous. It’s no wonder honor is so rare; it’s bloody inconvenient. This is the first of several updates about my trip to the Superbowl: why and how did I go?
Sep 19, 2007 — Near the end of his set, he played “Your Body is a Wonderland.” It was soft and sweet and he sang it with that sultry affection that, when I saw him play it a couple of years later at a big Amphitheater concert, had all the women nestling into their boyfriend’s shoulders and whispering sex talk into their ears. I looked around at the women, trying to gauge their reactions. You know what I saw? Polite interest at best, but generally bored indulgence. Now what’s the only difference between the song back then, and the song six years later at the Amphitheater? He wasn’t famous yet.
Aug 23, 2007 — I figured a fledgling writer who loves science could write a better science screenplay than a great writer who hates it. So I thought to myself, standing there in the kitchen, dirt-poor after spending five years of my life writing and making a feature movie comedy I’d never get a dime from, “Why should some other schmuck get the $60,000 writing a crappy science screenplay when I can write one just as crappy?”