Did I know what I was getting into? Uh? Do I ever know what I'm getting into? Well. That is beside the point, isn't it? The point is that I am pretty excited about the whole idea. What this also means is that I have a really crappy mini recording studio now set up in my kitchen, which I use instead of cooking meals in there because I have to perfect the voices that I plan to put on my demo (cool people have demos. Wanna hear my.... DEMO? Oh say, I've dropped my DEMO. Is it alright with you if I just set my demo on this counter? Mister, Would you mind holding onto my DEMO while I try on these pants?- feel free to give it a listen or two.... I'll have a DEMO.. I mean martini.). The demo that ideally, I'll have Stevie Vallance produce for me... 'Cause I'm the biggest Stevie Vallance fan in the world now. She's a voice actress/voice director/superstaahhh/Potty mouth, and I took her expensive but worth every dime class this month. F U N. Also, I am lucky that Neily Magoo is an experienced director/voice director for cartoonies, so he will also get to boss me around for the first time EVER while I do all of this.
What this also means is that I've spent the entire morning singing opera like a chicken (l'amour est un oiseau rebelle, to be exact... and NAILED it tyvm), doing a breaking news report about boobies and discussing the best way to dunk poultry in kerosene ala Joooooolia CHILD. I've also discovered that my "supposed-to-be-a-cute-little-boy voice" sounds like Nelson. *sad trombone music* All in all a well rounded day.
My neighbors are gonna hate me. Serves them right for trying to steal my cat.
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