Pretend I’m Hunter S. Thompson. Just for a minute. This will require pretending he writes a blog. Now pretend he is contacted and asked if he’d like to watch a live video of Sodastream announcing their new celebrity spokesperson, in return for which he will receive a Sodastream.
Pretend he wants to give it away to his readers. Humor me.
In that situation, he will have just found himself watching a live video stream. Humor me.
The cameras will be turned on, at first, so he can see the preparations. But he won’t hear anything. Then a guy with a mohawk will walk by. Clearly no one is thinking about the video stream.
A bunch of more guys with cameras will crowd in and start shooting. He won’t be able to see who it is. Hunter has limited patience.
The cameras will swing around, and he will see a bar. With people in it. None of them famous. Hunter likes bars, so he waits. Besides, he’s been roaring with laughter ever since the mohawk. This is clearly random backstage goings on.
Finally, the Sodastream CEO will stand up and introduce someone famous. It will be Scarlett Johansson. Hunter will think, “Oh god those cheekbones. I didn’t know she also had cheekbones…”
He may make the inevitable bad joke about how her message won’t be Lost In Translation, although I advise against it. He will probably get a little giddy, because celebrities like that are in fact more beautiful than regular people, and she’s impossible to resist. Yes, even for Hunter.
Then the event will end. He will be left staring at your computer, thinking, “Who am I? What have I become?” If you’re really Hunter S. Thompson, you proceed to get wildly drunk. Carouse through Manhattan. But if you’re only a midlife style blogger, of course, you have a glass of aged cabernet on your sofa , and think about fizzy water, sodas made with juice, and the value of reusable bottles.
And if you’re me, you will feel the need to explain that your father has a Sodastream, and the glass bottles in which the soda water lives are things of beauty. You also will hope that your irreverent post still warrants the sending of the promised Sodastream that you plan to give away to your readers.
But in Hunter S. Thompson’s universe, nothing is certain.
No compensation except the hope of a Sodastream for you guys.