Where the Walls are Soft…

“He’s a foreigner.

I think he’s probably Samoan.

But that doesn’t matter, though…”

We went to record the sound for a commercial - a 45-minute job. I think I got home two and a half hours later.

First things first…. we got lost. Well, we weren’t exactly lost lost - we knew where we were. But the client’s store was sure lost! Funny part is (ha. ha.) that Louie and I were the ones that did the original shoot. Of course, that was weeks ago. And they could have moved the store. Or I can blame it on The Samoan being a foreigner. Well, what would you do?!

Next… I dropped Hilary Federwhore in a puddle in the parking lot. Everybody say, “GASP! NOOOOOOOOO!” Yup, I did. She lived, though.

(“Hilary Federwhore” was named by BeckEye, by the way. I’ll probably call her “Whore” for short. The camera, not Beck.)

Then…. I unpacked the laptop, the mic stand, the keyboard and mouse (The laptop’s “t” doesn’t work. And all the paraphernelia spread out looks really, really pro. It does.), and then realized I had left the mic at home. I blamed that on The Samoan, as well, but it didn’t really fly, because he speaks english and was able to defend himself. Foreigners. Figures.

But the recording itself went really well. I am a great director, after all, and The Samoan is a pretty darned good client coach. The client/voice-over artist was a natural, actually - and did a great job with minimal advice and no line-by coaching. And he wrote the script as he went along - I was impressed.

Now I have to edit this stuff. Tomorrow. Yeah.

Random Song for the Day: “One” - Cowboy Junkies

Kind of amazing how life turns full circle.

My job description: Writer, Director, Producer, soon-to-be Web Broadcaster, and, oh yeah, a little bit of Web Development thrown in - just ‘cuz I like to swear now and again. I got everything back that disappeared in January, only this time I’m getting paid.

Okay, so I don’t get to make my sitcom. In hindsight, I really don’t want to make it anymore, anyway. Maybe someday I’ll write another one. If I ever manage to carve more time out of a day, that is.

I’m still in school full time (last assignment graded netted me 97%), but I can play with the schedule fairly freely. This, along with my new Dream Job, means that with very few exceptions, I’m doing exactly whatever it is I feel like doing, every second of every day. I have to get up at 6 am every morning, weekends included, to accommodate everything I want to do, which means I pretty much turn into a pumpkin at 11 pm every night (damn! I missed Seinfeld, again?!), but I’m actually doing these things now, instead of talking about doing them.

I’m rewriting some old scripts, too (not to mention burning a couple just to hear them scream), and am in the process of finding a US-based agent.

And…. that would be why I don’t post very often; less dreaming, more doing, better sleeping.

Random Song for the Day: “I Got You” - The Split Enz

[Apologies to David of American Legends, whose comment to this post I accidentally deleted. Sorry, David - I was a little quick on the wrong mouse button there...]