Good afternoon from the Seychelles!
Summer vacation is winding down and my booze cabinet is getting low. The Seychelles needs more places you can buy alcohol – or, hell, just a Costco or a BevMo or some such shit. I’ve having to dig into my airplane stash.
The beauty of being a global media company is that we are able to make deals from wherever we are, all over the world, any time of day.
I’ve been following the Olympics via my Slingbox (NBC – enough with the 800 meter and hurdle semi-finals – how many can there be?!!!). [Side note: Germany please destroy Brazil in the men’s soccer finals. Brazilian fans are jerks – thank you.]
It would be really great to see more of the events – but all I’ve been seeing lately is Ryan “Freakin'” Lochte. Granted, calling someone “freakin'” in the same blog that you’re offering that person a job probably isn’t the best negotiating tactic – but, let’s be serious, that dude is going to have no other offers other than from porn companies.
So here goes: Ryan Lochte, your (heavily damaged) ship has come in! Manka Bros., the world’s largest media company, would like to offer you a job (and I’m sure we won’t have to hold a gun to your head to get you to accept… JOKE!).
I’m thinking for starters you could be our “Apologist In Chief.” Sometimes we produce movies and shows where the end product isn’t exactly what we imagined when we first greenlit the project.
When / if that happens, we could produce a video with you [Ryan Lochte] in which you would say: “Hi, I’m Ryan Lochte and I apologize for ‘Flaccid Trip’… it’s really terrible and I take full responsibility.”
Stuff like that.
Think about it, Ryan. Think about it. It will be a much better gig than a local commercial in Fresno for Just Tires.