and that... that looks like some chicken...

I think the sleep deprivation is catching up with me. I have watched this like 10 million times today and it makes me laugh every time.

I think it's the voice. This is almost a dead on impression of the voice I talk about the dogs in. Not to them, or as if it is them speaking, only about them. Usually when I do this voice I am saying "and that doggie you can take to the mall, and it will bite the pipples on the faces." The dogs figured out a long time ago that I am not saying anything that they should be paying attention to. They're very clever.

I told Mike, one of our comedy producers who does great voices, that we should pitch our own cartoon just so we can do voices like this... not that I don't already walk around saying "Oh no it's a big head and oh no I'm gonna get away!"

Here's something I wrote and Mike produced a while back:

Hey, that Op sounds familiar!

Been writing something besides Attack in my time off, and as a result, I barely have any time off. OOH META. I can't say what I've been working on. It's not an ARG. I promise. OR DO I?

When I come up for air, I check my twitters because I am playing zeFrank's ColorWars, which is maniacally fun. Go Team Pants! I think I scored us a merit badge with my "earliest memory" recording - which, if you check it out, is a bona fide 100% true story.

The REAL end of that story which I left off is that I remember trying to tell the dream to my dad, and he kept saying "uh huuuh. uh huuuuh." and he added "...and Christopher was there!" ...and I remember being confused. Because in my dream, Christopher, the boy that lived upstairs on the 5th floor, was most certainly NOT there, thank you very much. I was alone with the cartoon bull. I remember being frustrated that he didn't get it - and that I didn't have the language skills to be understood. And THAT'S how I know it's one of my earliest memories. *bows*

It's why I never "yep" a child that seems like they are really trying to impart something to you. Instead I just say, "I'm sorry, I don't understand. You'll really have to try harder next time..." and go back to what I was doing.

I'm trying to catch up with The Lost Ring, I wish I could go to the event in San Francisco on April 20th, but it's not looking good. But I'm always hoping and optimistic - and I *do* like jet-setting so...

As far as Dark Knight goes - Commissioner Gordon is pissed at me. I have the voicemail to prove it.

I failed to mention in my last post that at that NCIS audition the other day at Sunset Gower Studios, I saw Elaine Stritch. She was regaling her handler with an excellent story about Spencer Tracey. I wanted to listen in, so I pretended to be looking for something in my purse, like my car keys. Never mind that I was already holding my car keys in my hands. THEY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS PRETENDING. And that, is the most important thing you must remember when you are learning to be a spy. THEY JUST DON'T KNOW, DO THEY.

When I walked out of the studios I saw a girl I know getting out of her car. Her back was to me, she was putting something in the passenger seat and then she closed the car door and moved to the meter. In a split second I decided not to talk to her, and quickly turned my back and moved off down the street. I don't know why I did it. I like her okay. We've worked together on VO gigs and she's very sweet. I just, I don't know, didn't want to talk to anyone at that moment. Have you ever done that? Or, as usual, am I just kind of a bitch?

I bet I know the answer.