"This B is TV-Free": Day Thirty Six

Oh, brother. Another delayed video. But because of traffictraffictraffic on the 405 (whattttttrrrreee youuuuuururuuruuuu doing hurrrrrr, Stuart?) I could not stay awake to edit this.

But, I am, after all, only human.

The next one will arrive WHENEVER I FEEL LIKE. 

Thanks, love you to the moon and back.

"This B is TV-Free": Day Thirty Five

Oh, what is this? Who knows? As of print, the eye situation is still a situation. MAKE IT STOPPPP.

By the way, congrats, "Kim"! Luv ya, mean it.

Luv ya guys too. Really mean it. As much as I love Rory Gilmore.

"This B is TV-Free": Day Thirty Four

The only potentially funny/remotely uplifting thing I did today was fill out my March Madness bracket, so that's exactly why I talk about it.

Don't get me wrong, I have a lot of important stuff to say about it. I'm not just wasting time and taking up space...

Unsurprisingly, doing a video with my blanket made me extra sleepy, but I loved it so much, will do business again. 

Thanks, y'all. Because I'm from Texas.

"This B is TV-Free": Day Thirty Three

While shooting this, I knew I was doing a Maya Rudolph character, but I couldn't remember which one. It wasn't until after that I realized it was "Bronx Beat." So, if you catch the reference, we're cool.

Otherwise, shut up, Barbara.

Thank you. Thank you. For all that you do.

"This B is TV-Free": Day Thirty Two

HOW COME THERE IS NO TV TO WATCH?

I should be glad because it means I'm not missing anything, but for now it means I have nothing to talk about. And I don't like it.

Also, here is a link to the FULL Luck of the Irish "film": http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jDqAvroLmU

Hope you McLovelies have a super St. Patrick's Day. Thanks for being McAwesome. McMc.

"This B is TV-Free": Day Thirty One

Trying something new. Mmmm, trying something easy.

I feel like I'm slipping more and more into a video induced coma where I sleepwalk through the day, and I don't want that to happen.

And sleep.

You're great.

"This B is TV-Free": Day Thirty

Oh, sound.

To hear it, it needs to be loud. And clear. And not drowned out by the desperate cries for attention from a laptop.

Oh, sound.

It's bad in this one. I even reshot some stuff to try to make it better, but here we are. 

If you have questions about something I say that you can't understand, just ask me. Loudly. Clearly. Preferably not in front of a fan or a radio (who has these anymore?) or a vacuum or a shooting range. Show me the decency I never showed you.

R.I.P. Blanket Fort. 12:34am-12:42am.

Thank you for putting up with this, no matter how weird it or I get.