This is my 57th video for Bravo. I’m pretty happy with it. Especially the insane ending.

But 57…it just got me thinking.

I feel as if eventually, if I don’t get a break in TV, I’m just going to wind up with a show distributed exclusively to cellphones where I review shows on the web, which are themselves about shows on tv.

And when that particular wheel of pointlessness is complete, I shall roll right off this great big globe with a “thank you, but no more,” forming on my lips just as the truck that’s carrying the “I’m Famous From The Web” t-shirts I ordered weeks back runs me over.

Thankfully someone will capture my death on their camera, upload it to Youtube with some funny edits–maybe they make it look like it’s not a truck that hits me at all, but instead the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, or the Coors Silver Bullet, or those bulls from Pamplona–and receive a record high of hits and comments, earning them a contract to develop a movie of the week about my life’s story.

That movie will then be reviewed by an over qualified, snarky web personality on TV Without Pity. His name will be Crean Sespo.

Then…and only then will I truly be dead.

Immortally,
Sean