Growing up in an all girl, artsy-fartsy household, the only contact sport I was ever thrust into as a kid was the physically demanding My-Sister-Has-Me-Pinned-To-The-Floor-And-Is-Dangling-Gob-Strings-Over-My-Face-While-I-Thrash-Frantically-For-Fear-Of-One-Landing-In-My-Mouth game. Not the road to Olympic glory let me tell you. Read more
I do not support child labour. Although my daughter does work as a voice actor on an animated kids’ show … which, come to think of it, they do pay her for … okay yeah, so maybe I support it a bit. But when it comes to personally profiting off the backs of my children, I am totally against it. Unless, of course, they needlessly break a limb as a result of somebody else’s negligence and you have to deal with the nerve-shattering scream-crying (theirs too) as you try not to run over innocent pedestrians while careening your car through rush hour traffic on route to the hospital, cursing at every red light because you can’t get there fast enough to alleviate your child’s suffering or your own spiking blood pressure. Then it’s totally okay. Read more
Last Monday I was in the studio recording a voiceover for an accounting firm. Yea, it was pretty sexy. I discovered there are at least 78 different ways to interpret and deliver “It’s your bottom line”.
Lucky for me there was a control room full of frustrated accountants (the “creative team”), each with enough opposing directorial cues to turn a fifteen minute booking into a two-hour gig. Thanks to the good folks at Dewy Cheetem & Howe for the pay raise!
Watch this brilliant little clip – a painfully accurate window on the VO world. Livin’ the dream …?!
(ATTN: If you’ve NEVER thought to yourself, “Mother of God, I must be getting old”, then ditch this post, slip into your stilettos and go find a booze can somewhere. You just won’t get it.) Read more
When James Taylor sang, “Hey babe, I’m your handyman”, I’ll bet he wasn’t standing in his Crocs holding a roll of duct tape and a staple gun. Granted he was singing about feelings, not faucets, but I’ll take a man who can fix my broken heart over one who can re-caulk my plumbing any day (don’t go there). Read more
Since I basically bleed dark chocolate, it’s delectably satisfying to be nominated for this award. Thanks to Tia (aka ‘sweet pea’) at Life, Everyone Has One! http://forgeonahead.wordpress.com/
So here are the rules for the award, in no particular order:
Every August Toronto plays host to the CNE, the Canadian National Exhibition, and ever since my kids could form sentences, they’ve h-o-u-n-d-e-d me to go. Oddly enough, just as the gates open on the EX each year I always manage to contract a little known form of Malaria often associated with parental distain for midway lineups, the ever-convenient Malarkia. Oh it’s nothing serious really, just Read more
