explaining anime and my play patterns
I wish I could tell you that my life is full of fun and games and whirlwind evenings of drunken hi-jinks, but in truth I’ve been at home scripting the American Dub for Lost Universe. Check out that link for the flash version of the trailer. That’s pretty cool. ADV is starting to put some cash behind the webpage. Now you can order City Hunter subs online and they’ll just send you all of the episodes as they finish. They haven’t offered this for the dubs yet (since we haven’t shot them) but we’ll start dubbing them in the fall. That means even more City Hunter for me. I’m stoked. I’m finishing the current movie today, which I think will be released this summer.
no one ever asks my opinion
“Who are these people?” Eric asked yesterday on the phone.
“Like fan mail?”
catching up on my mail
I am quickly starting to notice that it feels like I don’t have weekends anymore. I rehearse every day and perform in the evenings. Basically I now have a few hours on the weekends where the only difference in my day is I’m not at work but I’m somewhere else.
I’m not complaining, though, because I am enjoying the work that I’m doing.
But I do miss our time together. I had a great time with you in our few stolen moments this weekend. Thank you for being the best. You’re my hero, sweetie.
And even though Taylor is squirming, he’s really enjoying all of the attention you’ve been giving him lately. Remember how when we took him to the vet to get his test as we brought him in “Stray Cat Strut” came on the radio and we laughed? I thought it was really sweet of you to try and feed those dogs that were outside Friday afternoon. Don’t worry, I won’t tell the guys. Don’t want you to get kicked out of the club.
I’ll continue your mission to get people to say “What’s the haps, peeps?” as much as possible.
But really, you’ve just been so understanding and loving though the past week of hell. We even missed our 16 month anniversary because of it all. I love you.
baby steps to health and a rant about journalling
Thank you, everyone for all of your kind e-mails and entries and phone calls. It’s been nice to have so many people rooting for us.
Last night was hard. Lillith looked horrible when I got home. She didn’t want to come out from under the futon. I had gone to the pharmacy to pick up something to force-feed her with and the pharmacist from the hold-up was there and he asked what I needed. I told him my cat wasn’t eating and he gave me two syringes free of charge. I guess when you survive robberies together you stick together even if you don’t know each other’s names.
i recap a thursday and admit i’m a freak
I talked to my friend Eleanor yesterday. I hadn’t heard her actual voice since we met over a year ago. My only way of keeping in touch with her since then was through her webpage, my webpage, and our e-mails. It’s nice that we didn’t have to do any catch up, that we already knew what both of us were talking about. We talked about her e-commerce idea. I’m all for it. I just hope she knows how to do everything, because I’ll be basically like, “So, what do I do next? Okay, I’ll do that. Then what?”
I’m a good sales person, but I don’t think I’m a good business woman.
other parts of my trip
Last Friday afternoon was spent cleaning the house. I hate going on vacation and coming home to a dirty house. So I was cleaning and preparing for the carpet cleaners. I was in the guest bathroom scrubbing the tub. I put my hand in so I could reach the other side. I looked down at my hand and saw a scorpion. At least that’s what my panic reflex told me. I screamed and dumped a bucket of Pine Sol on top of it. That’s when I saw it was actually a very large orange spider. I turned on the shower and aimed it like a fireman, swirling the spider around the bathtub. I think I heard it start to sing an old Irish drinking song. I kept yelling. Taylor put his head over the top of the tub and circled his head around and around watching the spider’s water ballet. “Kill, Taylor, kill!” I shouted.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” he said, and went to eat some Cat Chow.
i’m all weepy again
I’m home today. I crawled over to the computer to do this. You see, I have learned that as wonderful as my new allergy medicine is (and check out their website— it’s pretty scary), it causes terrible pain once a month. Not that I wasn’t already in pain, but now it’s heightened in such a lovely way that my spine hurts and when I wake up in the middle of the night (which you do all the time on this stuff- it’s got some sort of non-drowsy formula that works while you’re sleeping, too) I find that my body is tightly packed into the fetal position.
idiots, all of ’em
My apologies for updating so late: I have been in meetings all morning.
Jerry Falwell has proclaimed that Tinky Winky, one of the Teletubbies, is gay. Now, there are many things that could be discussed here, such as the fact that Tinky Winky is fictional, and that Tinky Winky doesn’t have any genitals and that Tinky Winky appears to have the same kind of affection for both the male and female Teletubbies, who appear to be rather androgynous anyway– but instead I want to talk about all of this “exposing children to evil.”