Soooo many things to Blog... and evidently so little time set aside to Blog it.
I don't quite know where to begin, but in a nutshell, things are good. Life is good. March will be the month that I get this demo tape of mine put together. My cousin Deborah who lives in California has offered to pass it along to a connection of hers in Los Angeles in June, and I have every intention of being ready for that well-ahead of schedule. (Thanks Deborah!) In the same vein, I got my first voice audition this week (thanks yet-again to my friend Tammy). The part I'm vying for is a Casanova monkey with a voice along the lines of Antonio Banderas. I was given a clip of the latest Kit Kat Singles TV commercial and asked to recreate it as closely as I possibly could. (I will try to post my clip here somehow) I haven't heard anything yet, but should they choose me, I'll have a recording session at the Rogers studios sometime next week. Fingers crossed.
Wednesday was Porthos' first birthday, and for the first time in my life, I found myself at doggie birthday party. To celebrate, both Cole and Porthos were each given a hamburger patty from the neighbourhood greasy spoon. And to repay us for our thoughtfulness, Porthos was farting up a storm for the 12 hours immediately following his birthday feast. His auntie Tammy spoiled him rotten with a box of doggie baked goods from Barks & Fitz and he got a brand new kennel club ducky from his daddies. Oh... and a pail of chicken jerky (to be dispensed sparingly).
Our trip to Aspen in April is now fast-approaching and with it comes the need to get someone trained to adequately cover for me at work. Come to think of it, I don't recall mentioning that Ted and I are going to Denver as part of his work incentives program. Last year it was St John in the Virgin Islands. The year before that it was Los Cabos, Mexico. We're the tiniest bit bummed that it's not a sunny destination, but since you get treated like a king by his company while you're in their care on these shin-digs, we're not going to be disappointed. Ted's already signed us up for snow mobiling and a cooking class while we're there. Surely there will be more activity. Sadly, skiing isn't high on my list of priorities as I'm afraid to die. (I blame Sonny Bono.) But, I'm really looking forward to being up in the mountains. It'll only be the second time I've seen mountains. (the first being a trip to Vancouver 2 years ago) I love the whole wilderness, ice-peaked view thing. I'm just not keen on hurtling down one with a pair of sticks strapped to my feet. Call it a "fat guy with a bad back" phobia. I will however be the best damned "chalet bunny who ever scoped all the hot men in ski pants" that Colorado's ever seen.
Blah, I've got lots more to talk about, but thanks to all works interruptions (how dare they) I'm unable to finish for now. More details before the weekend's out I hope.
Song of the day is "My Stupid Mouth" by John Mayer. (for my own personal reasons - I can relate today.)
My stupid mouth
Has got me in trouble
I said too much again
To a date over dinner yesterday
And I could see
She was offended
She said "well anyway..."
Just dying for a subject change
Oh, another social casualty
Score one more for me
How could I forget
Mama said "think before speaking"
No filter in my head
Oh, what's a boy to do
I guess he better find one soon
We bit our lips
She looked out the window
Rolling tiny balls of napkin paper
I played a quick game of chess with the salt and pepper shaker
And I could see clearly
An indelible line was drawn
Between what was good, what just slipped out and what went wrong
Oh, the way she feels about me has changed
Thanks for playing, try again.
How could I forget
Mama said "think before speaking"
No filter in my head
Oh, what's a boy to do
I guess he better find one
I'm never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I'd rather be a mystery
Than she desert me
Oh I'm never speaking up again
Starting
now
One more thing
Why is it my fault
So maybe I try too hard
But it's all because of this desire
I just wanna be liked
I just wanna be funny
Looks like the jokes on me
So call me captain backfire
Oh, the way she feels about me has changed
Thanks for playing, try again.
How could I forget
Mama said "think before speaking"
No filter in my head
Oh, what's a boy to do
I guess he better find one
I'm never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I'd rather be a mystery
Than she desert me
Oh I'm never speaking up again
Starting now
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