November 5 2014
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| Random Picture of a chicken eating a coconut. |
I can't imagine having to do this on a daily basis. Get up in the dark, drive to work in the dark, spend the day in the artificial light
then drive home in the dark. Actually it's not really dark. It's lit up like daytime from the headlights of ten thousand other poor bastards! Today I was one of them. I did get up in the dark but by the time I left the house at 7:30 it was starting to lighten up and when I got down to Ocean Studios it was daylight . I forgot to bring any change for the meter. I keep a quarter in the car for shopping carts. That buys six minutes on a Vancouver meter. It took me about fifteen minutes to figure out how to pay for the meter on my cell phone. I figured it out on the fourth try.
I've done lots of work for these people over the years. Paul, the director, lives in my neighbourhood. They're good guys and have been there a long time. Most of the work I do for them is dubbing. That's putting the voice to characters that have already been drawn and voiced in a different language. It can be tricky, especially when it's drawn in Japanese.That's why some of the mouths keep flapping after the words stop. It took about forty minutes to record the twenty-five or so lines. I was in and out of there and still had twelve minutes on the meter.
I've been kind of spaced out all day. I made a cup of joe to bring with me and I left it on the counter, along with the signed non-disclosure agreement i was supposed to bring. I had already emailed them a copy of it but they had me fill out another one so they would have an original copy. It's no big deal, you have to sign one for almost everything you do. Copy written material.
I stopped at a 7-Eleven for a coffee because they're a dollar!
And the closest you can get to No Name Instant Coffee (joe), their coffee is very hot and of course, I'm cheap! I also picked up some pork rinds. I don't like to eat before I have to work. I like to be hungry. A leanish, mean, voicing machine! I was going to eat something on the way home and Baconettes are my favourite. The pork rind, coffee combination may not have been the best choice. Immediately upon making contact with the coffee, the pork rind turns into something, somewhere between slime and the Slug that left it. Fortunately I had a bottle of dog water in the truck. Pork rinds will suck all the moisture out of your mouth! I keep three or four bottles of water in the truck for the dogs. I just refill them every once in awhile. Hey, it's not like I strain it through the dogs!
I stopped in to see Mama Lee on my way home. She was in the middle of exercise class so I just said hello, goodbye. I needed to get home and let Elvis and Nutmeg out.
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| Treat please! |
They are like a couple of little pee camels! Until they're not. Really, they only had to hold it for four hours. Or is that four doggy hours! If it's seven years to one year, does that mean they had to hold their pee for 28 hours? If they did, that's pretty impressive. I can't hold mine through the night!
When I got home I spent way too much time fooling around with that song I put out yesterday. Stupid I movie! I spent an hour practising with the lap steel and made myself a big Squatch Chef salad with chopped chicken and egg. Yummy.
Much to my amazement the lovely Lisa actually had a reasonable day. She only put in 12 hours. Now she is off until next Monday. Every weekend is a long weekend around here. I had a couple of small things that I needed to take to Mama Lee. The lovely Lisa was sitting there with Mama Lee when I walked in with the two dogs. Nutmeg never saw Lisa and made a beeline to the dining room looking for scraps and lovings.
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| After dinner visit. |
Elvis ran right to Lisa. Lisa called Nutmeg, she could hear her but not see her and ran for the front door. Then went nuts when she saw the lovely Lisa but who doesn't? We were in two vehicles so I left with the dogs and Lisa stayed and talked to her Mom for a while.
I had eaten a late lunch so Lisa put together a plate for herself.
While the lovely Lisa was having her dinner, I was suffering through cardio guilt!. This is a concept that was run past me by my friend Al. He put forth the hypothesis that the stress induced by not working out was a good cardio workout. Bullshit! Because I haven't been able to do the exercises I was doing, I was doing no exercise at all. For as long as I have known Al he has had to deal with physical issues. He must be one of Canada's worst drivers because people just keep running into him. That aside he told me that when he was in a lot of pain and not able to exercise his doctor told him just do what you can. Anything is better than nothing. When it hurts stop and do something different. It seems so simple but honestly, I never thought of that. I've been writing about the drop in my energy level and how overall, I'm not feeling as good as I was. Idiot!
I think that perhaps it's not the opposable thumb that separates us from the other animals. Perhaps it's our ability to rationalise, to find an excuse for whatever situation we find ourselves in that lets us off the hook.
"My groin hurts wah wah wah!" I'm like that old joke.
I went to the Doctor I said "It hurts when I do this"
The Doctor said "Don't do that!"
Well suck it up Nancy and hit the Green Room. I didn't do any stair work. No Four Stairs Stretches. No One Stair Steps.
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| How skinny can my legs get? |
I did ten sets of ten belly crunches alternated with ten reps of weight work for my shoulders. I did five different lifts to change the position of my shoulders. Some of them hurt like hell! Then I watched an episode of the BBC's Sherlock while riding the Iron Maiden.
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| Back in the saddle again! |
One hour forty two minutes. That's how long an episode is. I'm really enjoying the show. My ass, not so much!
I came upstairs after riding the Iron Maiden, buttocks in hand. Lisa was already pyjama'd and ready for bed. I put together a plate of meatloaf and chicken, a nice Squatch salad, then I hit the shower. I was in the shower and I could hear a rapid thumping coming from somewhere. I opened the shower curtain, and there was Elvis, scratching like crazy! Freakin Fleas!
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| Hey, this ain't the jaccuzzi! |
He was back in the sink and lathered up as soon as I was out of the shower. I think all the fleas hid in his pits and didn't come out for two days. I think Elvis would like to do the same!
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| Why Papa, Why? |
I have Papa Squatch Dayscare tomorrow. Jen will be dropping the kids off about 8:15. Christo doesn't have school tomorrow. I hope the weather is nice so we can play outside. Wait a minute! I need to clean the truck. He can handle a vacuum. That's not child labor. That's called gaining valuable life experience.
That's all I got
Till next time
Peace out y'all
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