Oh man I hate looking at pictures of myself. It looks like a) there’s a tiny black cop growing out of my shoulder (thanks Leah O’Shea) and b) there could be a hickey on my neck (even though it’s just razor burn from shaving). Boy, am I vain. It did get around 30 likes on Facebook, though, so I guess it isn’t too bad.
For some reason I can’t stand these “About” sections. I never know what to include or how to phrase stuff. I guess I’ll give it a shot, though. My name is Ryan Sullivan, but I go by “Sully.” Don’t ask me why, just read my last name and you’ll figure it out. I’ve been wanting to start my own website for a long time, but I either got ripped off (which I wrote about in my first-ever post) or couldn’t figure out how to do it. I’m mostly technologically retarded, which is why I’m surprised I was able to set up this thing.
I’m a Broadcasting major so of course I have a lot to say. A lot of stuff that goes on in this world really boils my blood, but I alone can’t do anything about it. Hopefully if I complain enough and a lot of you read and comment on what I have to say, things might change. Someday. I’ve only been on this earth a little over 1/5 of a century, so there’s still time. We can only hope.
There is no one else in this world like me. Yes, we are all different and that’s the “beauty” of the world we live in, but I’m pretty damn different. No one has been able to figure me out as of yet, and who knows if anyone ever will. I can’t even count how many people have told me either “There’s just something about you…” or “You’re unlike any other person I’ve met in my entire life.” I’m not bragging about this fact because that could be good or bad. But ya know what? I take it as a compliment. I’m slowly learning to appreciate and feel more comfortable with myself.
I’m not saying I’m uncomfortable with myself, but I could always be even more comfortable. Ya know? I wrote, produced, and hosted my own public access TV show called “The Sully Show” from 2005-2008. You can see some of the later episodes at http://www.youtube.com/sullyshow. Don’t be too harsh. I was just a kid! No, I’m kidding. That was the happiest time of my life and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in this world. Ever. Except for maybe a beer. Again, kidding.
We had a lot of fun on that show. When I say “we” I mean myself and my “staff” of volunteers (friends, to be exact) that helped with directing, camera work, and coordination of guests. I think some even came to just hang out, and that’s perfectly fine with me. I also did a podcast for a few years during that time that was similar to the TV show. Names varied from “The Weekly Wipe” to “SNozcast.” Don’t ask. The shows were entertainment-based with viewer e-mails, guests of all kinds (from athletes to musicians to radio personalities to Frankenstein), movie/music reviews, and pretty much anything else you could imagine. It was all there.
Pittsburgh Steelers safety Troy Polamalu was nice enough to give a plug to my show during my interview with him after a charity basketball game. He messed up “B-P-T-V” and said something like “B-P-B-T-V” but it was definitely worth it. Almost got to interview Steelers linebacker James Harrison, but in a nervous moment called him Jerome Harrison instead. He wasn’t too happy and needless to say, I missed out on that interview. There were so many great moments on that show I could go on forever. But I won’t.
This blog (or as I like to call it “my official website” to sound even more cool) gives me a chance to tell you all about my experiences, thoughts, and actions in a world I don’t have much hope for. I get to tell you about my interactions with a population I don’t always think very highly of. Most importantly, I get to write about about an endless amount of topics on a regular basis. Whether it be trivial everyday life happenings, movies, music, sports, politics, books, relationships, school, current events, or even cute 18-year-old Cuban strippers, (you name it!) you’ll find it here.
After four long years, I’m proud to present the official SullyShow.com.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you.