Thursday was kind of an off day. I had considered doing the NBC tour and getting standby tickets for Jimmy Fallon (eh) but I would have had to be there by 9AM and money was starting to become a concern at this point, plus I’d been out a little late doing the Big Terrific thing, so I decided I would sleep in. :) I was on vacation, after all.

So around 2:30 I decide to head into Manhattan to try and get standby tickets for The Colbert Show. I managed to get there around 3:30 and there was already quite a line. Talking to the woman behind me in line I found out that Meryl Streep was on that night, and that usually only a handful of “standby” tickets ever actually get into the taping.

Around 4:15 an intern took my name and wrote my place in line (41) and I asked her if there was any hope at all of me getting into the taping, to which she said “well…once I saw 30 people get in on standby…” which was about what I was expecting. She said to check back in at 5:15 and they’d let me know. So…since I’d come into the city for it, I decided to kill an hour at a bar around the block called Fusion and had a drink. Midway through my second I realized it was time to check-in so I asked the bartenders to watch it and I was sure i’d be back to finish it…but if I was gone for 30 minutes to dump it.

When I got back to the studio it was buzzing with activity. I went straight to the interns who were very nice and offered me tickets to the Monday show, but I explained that I would be leaving Saturday. I headed back to Fusion where I discussed politics and musicals with one of the bartenders.

The following (previous) pictures should get us to the current bit of the story. :)

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An open letter to Stephen Colbert from Miracle Whip, as seen in this morning’s amNewYork:

Dear Mr. Colbert,

Recently on your show, you tapped into a sore spot in our nation’s psyche: the eternal struggle between mayonnaise and Miracle Whip. And surprisingly, for a man of your impeccable intellect, you’ve chosen the wrong side. A side doomed to a painful, drawn-out, utter and complete defeat. Like the Plantagenets in the Hundred Years’ War. Or whichever on was the cat in “Tom and Jerry.”

Mr. Colbert, we found your attacks a little harsh, occasionally funny, and at times, wholly inaccurate (for the record, our target is 18-35, not 34). But unlike most advertisers who are so mayo, who would back down at the slightest whiff of controversy, and pull their advertising from not just your show but from your entire network and all its sister entities – we intend to do the opposite.

On Thursday, November 12, we will dominate the airspace on your show. With every commercial break, your viewers will be exposed to hardcore Miracle Whip attitude and revelry. You will see our legion of (as you call them) “mayonay-sayers” snarfing sandwiches topped with our one-of-a-kind flavor in a very cool and totally hip way. They will be in your face and massively dope. It goes without saying, they WILL NOT TONE IT DOWN. And you will begin to see the soft, bland white walls of the mayo empire begin to collapse under the weight of its own whipped-egg pretentiousness.

Think about it, Mr. Colbert. In a sense, we will own you.

We’re on a mission. We’re taking no prisoners.

We’re raising Hell, man.

THE BOLD MARKETING TEAM AT MIRACLE WHIP

I don’t like mayonnaise or miracle whip, but this is amazing.

Miracle Whipped.

This is my kind of Advertising…

I donated to the Colbert Super PAC after seeing last night that it seems like they’re just going to take the piss out of other Super PACs with the money raised.  I can get behind that.  Plus…you get emails like these:

Dear Hero Who Donated Money,

I wanted to drop you a line to thank you for your recent contribution to Colbert Super PAC. To show my gratitude, please enjoy this rare, limited-edition autographed photo of me Please click here to download your photo. The computer you’re reading this on is now a collector’s item, so I suggest you have it bronzed immediately.

Thanks,

Stephen Colbert
Super Founder, Americans for a Better Tomorrow, Tomorrow.

PS – Your money says hi.