look ma, a talking swimming pool!

yesterday started off with an audition at my chicago agent's place. have to say that it's a noticeably cheaper endeavor to do a read there rather than for my outta town agents. until i get my little home studio up and running, i must go to VoxyLady's for recording services. *love* the work the engineers do for me, but even with her discount rate, it's still $35 a pop compared to an expensive day @ my local agent where i spent $14 on parking. (normally, i can slide a meter spot for a few bucks.)

today's read was pure gold, content-wise. here's the specs from the casting agency:

"you are the voice of the backyard pool. you have become as affectionate as the family dog, as reliable as the old station wagon and as dependable as the mighty oak climbing tree.

auditions can be male or female and should be conversational in tone.

you are the voice of the BlahBlah brand."

a few gems i got to read:

"this is your pool. i'm one marco polo game away from turning green. just use BlahBlah once a week and i'll sparkle."

"i'm your pool. i've brought more families together than the dinner table. if you want me to sparkle, you'll use BlahBlah once a week."

i love the variety of products i get to practice on each time i audition. it's very entertaining.

decided to take the scenic route to the office after the audition by taking lake shore drive all the way to the end @ sheridan, nearly back to my old rogers park stomps, and coming in the back way to work. it was one of the clearest winter days i've seen this season and the water was springishly lovely. i always enjoy getting a little lake cruise in.

made it through a long day of job culminating with a visit from one of our vendors, a seemingly nice southerny guy who actually referred to the quality of his ground crews in this fashion: "now, we've got guys who know what they're doin' with this equipment. i ain't talkin' about a bunch of mexicans running things or anything like that."

white man talk racial shit to other white man -- think all think like him. ugga ugg! (beats chest)

seriously, when is that annoying practice gonna cease in my world? why do other caucasians continue to assume that just because we share a skin pigment, i'm gonna be on board with your thinly disguised racism?

again, a decent enough guy, but sheesh!

arrived home seriously congested and sluggy. veggie corn dog and cheezy mac
for dinner, then spent the remainder of the night curled up with Mole and WeeBeastie on the futon, watching a splendid documentary, "the fog of war" about the united states' adventures in vietnam.

talking pools to talking fools, all in one day.