Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Easy Come Easy Go!
Well, it's a no go for the sandwich spot. Nice to find out at 11pm. (The session was for 9am.) I was starting to wonder why I didn't have any studio information or anything. This is the life, people. On hold today, canned the next. I mean how hard is it really to say a few dumb words? Seriously. I look at actors in hot dog suits and bear costumes and think those poor lucky fools! They had to go through so much to say, "Look Ma! I got a job!" This is why you keep the day job. You sound great! Let's hire the other guy. Thank God I haven't had to audition wearing a giant hamburger. I have had to voice characterize a chalupa, however...
But the best part about today was that my kids got accepted to a really great middle school and THAT is worth celebrating! Those wishy washy agency people can take their sandwich and, well... you know, eat it. Tomorrow it will be a salad! Or a car. Or a savings account. Take 1! Due by 3pm! Send, send! Maybe this time...
But the best part about today was that my kids got accepted to a really great middle school and THAT is worth celebrating! Those wishy washy agency people can take their sandwich and, well... you know, eat it. Tomorrow it will be a salad! Or a car. Or a savings account. Take 1! Due by 3pm! Send, send! Maybe this time...
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Another Lazy Sunday.
Hello, friends of The Patch! And welcome to my little thread on the web where I can take a few precious minutes of your life (that you don't get back, mind you) and fill your brain with useless tidbits of thought straight from my narcissistic brain!
Today, the lovely (kind of like my version of the precious) and myself went to the local arthouse joint and watched Felicity Huffman act like a guy acting like a gal, who discovers she's actually a father of a misguided youth who thinks HE has problems! Well, despite the fact that none of the trailers shown had my voice on them and the lights never fully went off until the credits rolled (why?), we managed to enjoy the film, in large part due to the fact that we had snuck in copious amounts of Trader Joes snacks.
On the voice-over front, I am scheduled to read for a radio commercial this week promoting some sort of sandwich I will never touch to my lips. Ah, show business... the lies we get paid to tell.
Today, the lovely (kind of like my version of the precious) and myself went to the local arthouse joint and watched Felicity Huffman act like a guy acting like a gal, who discovers she's actually a father of a misguided youth who thinks HE has problems! Well, despite the fact that none of the trailers shown had my voice on them and the lights never fully went off until the credits rolled (why?), we managed to enjoy the film, in large part due to the fact that we had snuck in copious amounts of Trader Joes snacks.
On the voice-over front, I am scheduled to read for a radio commercial this week promoting some sort of sandwich I will never touch to my lips. Ah, show business... the lies we get paid to tell.
