Current Mood:  grumpy
Current Music: Children of Science - Burn Victims (Squid's Redoubt)
I'm well aware I haven't posted much of late. I just haven't had the time or energy; the most I hope for most days is a few Twitter updates. Today was -- a day. The before-lunch class was interesting. We had Stuart Culpepper teach a voice class. Yes, that's an IMDB link. You've heard the voice before; if you've heard the national ads for QT that mention "cap-u-chino" and any of several thousand other national commercials. Yes, he's one of those voices. I made him say "in a world ..." for me. He was teaching our voice acting class. Then there was lunch and Lisa Love shambled in for the latter half of the day. Of course, no one, including her, had any idea what we were doing and 1.5hr of my 2hr class day pretty much was eaten up by fiddling about with an utterly unreasonable in-class critique which finally got shaken down into something humanly comprehensible, which I then hammered hard because I didn't have to be my own board op. I despise board ops. If anything, board ops have convinced me I simply do not want to go into radio jocking. I despise the mixing board with the raging fire of a thousand Kryptonian red suns. I can talk on the mic all day. I can do traffic and weather and sound utterly comfortable. I managed to hit the doughnut ad (an ad which has music/vocals pre-recorded with a hole in the middle for the jock to read copy into) dead on with only one brief, half-heard run-through of the underlying bit the first time, with perfect timing. I'm good at reading things. I'm excellent at energy and clarity. I'm kind of half-suck at adlibs, of all things. And wretchedly, horrifically, Terrible [-2] at board ops. I was happy to have Chris do it for me. Lately, I've been feeling the rather loosely held mask of humanity slip a bit at class as irritations and frustrations start piling up like corpses or dead-wood. I've been mostly-human so far pretty successfully; only a few odd, random comments about eating babies or the like, hardly worth mentioning. As we get down to the wire, though, I can feeling little bits of crystalline rage building up and lodging in my gullet, just waiting for the right moment to poke out through my skin and revel the depth of my distaste for the bulk of those around me at just the wrong moment. It doesn't help that I have a 60minute rolling radio show that I'm Co-Producer, Segment Director, and Traffic / Weather for. Thank Hades the rest of my team for that little project is folk I can pretty much count on. I can only imagine the obsessive nightmare I'd be suffering were I to feel I had to cover someone else's work on. With John doing News Director, Chris on the Music Direction / Main Talent, Latoria as Board Op, and Nadia as the logging Producer, I at least know I can count on them to do their jobs. (You'll note how cleverly I arranged to only have 4min of live air out of 60min; this is called "wisdom.") At this point, I just don't know where things are going with this madness. I have to figure out where I want to intern, very soon, and I'm torn between Total Traffic / Metro Traffic, and going big and trying to get on at CNN / Turner as a video editor or teleprompter operator. If I go radio, there's a really good chance I'll be able to jump up to some kind of on-air talent eventually, especially given my love for big tech and the proliferation of satellite radio and HD. If I go TV, I'd be aiming to get into back-end post-production. Hell, I already have experience with Adobe After Effects, and that's on my own time. So, yeah. Not sure where I want to go with things, which probably explains the scattered nature of this post.  Heather would probably diagnose me as being in the down-phase of my latent mild personality disorder, leading to irritability and frustration. I would be hard-pressed to argue. Ah, life. How thou art complex to me. | 
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