17 posts tagged “blogging”

FIRST OF ALL: If you think I've stopped blogging, you're bananas. I'm just over here at Tumblr: molls.tumblr.com

I moved there because Vox won't let me host ads. I could make up some excuse about the interface being better, but it's really not that great in my opinion. I liked Vox a lot but I simply cannot afford to work on something all day that can't pay me.

If you haven't been following my blog over at the new spot, let me catch you up on my life right now. The Molls Show is kicking butt and we just released Episode 2 today and soon you'll be able to find it on Hulu and many other sites that syndicate the top content on the web. I have been going on some auditions, pitch meetings and other creative/general meetings although nothing has fully paid off yet. During the day I've just been trying to keep the blog fresh and poppin' per usual while applying for jobs on Craig's List, knitting scarves to sell on Etsy and vlogging. And ya know, just keeping it real as always. I feel like in some sense I've become the prime example of how this recession is affecting people in my field left and right. I am smart, capable, experienced and ready to work... yet there are no jobs for me. I'm trying the best I can right now to pay the bills in a creative way so that I don't have to abandon blogging and my readers. Part of me knows that if I wasn't so consistent with my blogging I would lose some of the presence that I have worked hard to build and that's a big fear for me. I'm not Britney Spears. I can't take off and live a "normal life" for two years and then release an album and be back on top. I gotta keep my slow climb going, ya know?

On that note, I am now offering a new service. I am selling custom made videos to my readers and followers who might like that sort of thing. Here is what I have printed in my Etsy ad:

OK, so some of you guys probs know me from my super awesome internet videos. If you don't, you're crazy! Get with the now! I'm all over the place! I actually don't even think that highly of myself, it's just a freakin' fact.

So check this: If you buy one of these vids, I will personalize a video with either the topic of your choice or anything I feel like doing that I'm pretty sure you'd enjoy. Then I'll set it up for you on Vimeo with a password protection (or for open viewing if you choose) and then you can do whatever the hell you want with it.

Here are some occasions you might like to order a video for:

-Valentine's Day
-A loved one's birthday
-Your own birthday
-Masturbation (hey, man- whatever!)
-Getting a promotion at work
-Having a particularly shitty day
-Finding out your tumor has shrunk

I will also break up with your signif oths for you, tell your mom your gay, lie to your professor and say that you interned for me or tell you that you're special and that you mean something to me in a convincing enough manner that it will boost your self-esteem. Whatever you want. I'll do it... EXCEPT:

-Nothing pornographic or that makes me uncomfortable on that level.
-Learn a dance routine. C'mon. That's worth more than 50 smackers.

Videos will run about 2 minutes in length and no more than 5 minutes (the standard for web videos. Trust me. Go to Funny or Die or YouTube. Most successful videos don't run over that length.) If you would like me to say, read you a chapter book, you will have to purchase multiple videos. I will not purchase any costumes and/or props, but I do have a huge collection of "hilarious things" that I will likely incorporate in to the video.

That's pretty much it. If you have questions you can email me at mollymcaleer [!at] gmail.com

I love you.

So far I've filmed a couple of motivation speeches/cheer up videos, I'm working on a parody that should go up later tonight or tomorrow and this music video which I filmed all day yesterday and had a total blast doing:

And keep in mind, I will make you a video for ANYTHING! You're a DJ who wants a good viral video to pimp your track? Give me 24 hours and an idea of what you want and I'll make you a video. Gotta special someone and you want a unique way to surprise them? Have the internet's most shameless lady give her props. Running for Mayor of your small town? How about a big-time internet endorsement from your girl Molls? Want to get back on Weight Watchers but you can't get over that initial hump? I'll give you all the moral support and/or tough love you need. Basically, you want it, you got it. *And don't forget, homies. My blog got 51k hits in January and it climbs every month. You're not just paying for a video, I also can provide you with an outlet for your video to be SEEN!*

CLICK HERE TO ORDER A VIDEO.

Also, if you don't care for a video but you want to help out your main bitch and her puppy, you can now make a donation to Wagandstuff's College Fund.

I love you. Deeply.   

Sorry, I know i haven't blogged in a couple days, but Ed came in to town and I pretty much spent every moment either out of the house or giggling and watching TV with him. He left this morning and I spent the day doing some catch-up on my favorite blogs and trying to figure out how I was going to gracefully make a big step that is long overdue: I'm leaving Vox.

This is the video I did with Ned the night at She and Him. Thanks to Idolator for being the coolest:

This is an email I received around Christmas time that was just re-forwarded to me by its original author who follows my Twitter feed:

I can't believe I just spent 30 minutes reading your blogs.

They are like a bloody car crash, but I love them.

Can I just say for the record, that I am both completely conscious and unconscious of my utter lack of impulse control that often manifests itself as a blog entry? I know I'm doing it before, during and after doing it, but I don't know how to stop. Living extremely candidly when I feel the urge has been what's best for me in a lot of ways. Don't get me wrong, I'm not doing Julia Allison traffic over here-- hello bombs! It's a random personal blog that has some pretty passionate readers and stuff. Let's keep it loose. I don't want to drag everyone through the mud with me when I'm not feeling happy or snarky, but I am a person. I've got all of the emotions and sometimes I have all of them at the same time.

Yes, I have totally written things on this blog with tears streaming down my face so hard that I could barely make out the words I was typing (BTW, what an attractive mental image. Can you shoot me for including that? This is exactly what I mean. Thank you for allowing me to prove my previous point. Moving on...) Yes, I've been writing some things here and elsewhere and been simultaneously thinking "Molly, the consequences of putting this out there could be people thinking shitty things about you, those that you're writing about, and your mother for not raising you to just shut the fuck up and deal the way people did before blogs existed." I realize that there are quite a number of people I could have almost wrecklessly offended or hurt with some of the things I've said. Part of me completely hates myself for it at times... Am I going to die alone because I'm like this? Maybe. I have learned that even though that's the last thing I want, it might be exactly what I get. It's cool because I guess it just fucking has to be. [Note to LAT/NYT editors who will undoubtedly pick up this up for the think-piece you write about me: "It's cool because I guess it just fucking has to be." is the quote I would like to have next to the smiling picture of my face, blown up and in italics. I know you don't usually swear in the newspaper, but "fucking" is a helluva lot less offensive than some of your recent reporting. I don't need to give examples. Plus, I get all my information from blogs and second-hand from my friends. But you know what I'm talking about. Point: McAleer. Email me.]

If I write about being hurt or upset or scared, it's not an open invitation for people to validate me. As much as I am an attention-whoring love-sponge, I am also a big fucking girl. I just happen to document a fair portion of my life in a ridiculously public manner.  Not every day is going to be sunshine and roses or iced coffee and bong hits. Not every boy I care about is going to feel the same way back. Not every work day, even at the best jobs, is going to be challenging in an interesting or fun way.

In an ideal world, I would wake up in a bed made of down feathers at 9 am, go swimming at the beach and spend the rest of the day watching movies and eating candy in my bathing suit. I'd have this really funny and awesome boyfriend who gets it and wants to pass the time with me whenever we aren't off somewhere being awesome individuals.  But that's not my life or anyone's life. I would say that until up about a week ago, it sounded like Kate Hudson's life but we all know that even she can't keep her shit together.

If Kate Hudson is allowed to get dumped by a uniballed bike-jockey, then I am allowed to write about my feelings nearly inconsequentially all over the fucking internet. I'm sorry, that's just how logic works. If you don't get it, you must not have taken a logic class in school and therefor your issue is not with me, but your parents or whomever raised you for not making your high school education a sturdy one. 

I hate to sweep something under the rug that started fairly earnestly with dumb jokes about testicular cancer. Here: If your read this blog, which the author herself is admitting is a completely self-indulgent, typically mindless series of anecdotes, jokes and shit she found on the internet, I expect that you're probably a mix of the following: horrified, intrigued, concerned, empathetic, mildly otherwise-amused, and possibly fairly indifferent but you have a lot of time at work/you masturbate while looking at the pictures of either myself or Ed. In response to all emotions listed above and more, I say this to you: I feel the same way reading it, too. I'm learning a lot about myself and that feels really good because I'm enormously self-involved.

And just one last final and completely unrelated note: My beloved partner in crime over at Bedtime had a birthday yesterday and he deserves something pretty awesome, but I was busy with me all day. The one thing he asked is that whatever I get him should be sexy.

Well, Alex. We talked about the nudie pics and I'm sorry, but no dice. What I can do for you is attempt to get you laid. and maybe a girlfriend.

Ladies, if you live in NYC, preferably Brooklyn and more specifically Williamsburg, email Alex. He's cute as cute can be. He's in a band. He makes movies on the internet. He respects the ladies and he's probably romantic and stuff. Someone I know once saw a video of his dick and said that it was "a good one." Let's put it this way: he's like bacon.  He's super funny and has awesome taste in bad movies.

Hope that works, Buddy. If it hasn't worked by the time I'm in NY in the fall, I will buy you a high-class hooker and medium sized amount of the liquor of your choice.

fatmanatee:

You’re not mistaking yourselves, that is indeed the worst Photoshop project ever. Maybe I should stay away from the internet.

I was thinking about the buddy cop genre in relation to tumblr. Who would be the Crockett and Tubbs, the Tango and Cash, the Chan and Tucker (oh man) of the tumblr world? I have at least three or four favorite duos on this space. And they all have something that none of the buddy cop movies that I’ve seen have: boobs.

I apologize profusely for the terrible photoshop job, but here’s Kendall and Molly. Everybody probably met Molly yesterday and learned that Mary Rambin does hate what she wore, but they both have rad tumblrs: here and there. They post videos of whatever they feel like talking about, and sometimes engage in karate (well at least Molly does). The only thing missing from this buddy cop duo is the actual crime fighting, but otherwise, good job.

There are others, surely, but the bottom line is, the ladies of tumblr are setting it off. Like rocket ships. Dudes gotta step up their game, not as a matter of any sort of competition, ladies. We just gotta do it, and do it right.

AND

madeupmemories:

PUN!

Tonight I cleaned my room and moved my bed. Moving furniture makes a monumental difference in your living situation and if you're ever feeling like you're in a rut, I suggest you do it. It's amazing how something as simple as waking up on on the other side of your bedroom can flip your whole day around.

That being said, I also felt it was time to switch around the layout of my blog. I went with this new style-- pretty similar, a little more color, a lot less black, easier to read. I think this one will stick around for awhile.

If there's anyone out there who wants to help me build my own site, I would totally pay you whatever I could. It would be hard to match all the awesome features you get with Vox, though. All of this stuff already gets fed to a Tumblr, but I can't commit to it over there. Something is unsettling about the Tumblr Dashboard. I'm can't quite place my finger on it.

We haven't shared a good jam in awhile, so here's something I'm listening to right now:

Paris 2004

Peter Bjorn And John

This song reminds me so much of my most favorite dude that I've ever dated. Absolutely my favorite.

If you aren't familiar with Emily and Michelle of Craig's List/Gawker fame, then you should acquaint yourself because they just started blogging again.

michelle and emily? emily and michelle?

I love these delightfully silly ladies, even though I regularly confuse them.