*lick!*
I’m in the recording studio today, reading and recording a script for a new training course. The fact that the “recording studio” consists of me leaning back, snarking, “Shut up for a sec!” and clicking a button is entirely beside the point.
I hate recording my voice. I think I sound silly, and all my “T”s are too sharp, because the mic isn’t that great. On the up side, I get to play with videos and stuff, and listen to my own music when I’m not recording.
Speaking of music, Matt, one of the three other writers I work with, and the one I went to school with, plunked tons of his obscure, fantastic music on the public drive. Then we mutually discovered that lots of other people here have music on their public drives. So as I started a vague gaming club here, Matt’s started a music club. Work is so much better when you get to rifle through 100 gigs of music.
Still love my job, though I’m working a lot of overtime recently. Francis and I are going to Quebec City for the long weekend, and I keep thinking about how I should probably stay here and just keep pumping out these training videos. I was relieved when the President came in and said that we should all just take the weekend off, no matter what. Then he said something about dog fuckers.
Went out for dinner last night at Le Panaché. I still love that place. I had strawberry gazpacho, which I’d heard of but never had, veal sweetmeat (which my mom told me was brains but is actually the thymus gland), a cranberry and ginger ice, roast kangaroo, and for dessert, a sour cherry mousse with white chocolate and a tiny glass of apple cider that tasted akin to ice wine.
For the record, kangaroo is super lean and tastes like venison. I had a cut off the top of the thigh, which is apparently the best cut that they’d discovered. As soon as I saw it on the menu, that was all I had eyes for.
And now I go back to writing more scripts. Whee!
I hate recording my voice. I think I sound silly, and all my “T”s are too sharp, because the mic isn’t that great. On the up side, I get to play with videos and stuff, and listen to my own music when I’m not recording.
Speaking of music, Matt, one of the three other writers I work with, and the one I went to school with, plunked tons of his obscure, fantastic music on the public drive. Then we mutually discovered that lots of other people here have music on their public drives. So as I started a vague gaming club here, Matt’s started a music club. Work is so much better when you get to rifle through 100 gigs of music.
Still love my job, though I’m working a lot of overtime recently. Francis and I are going to Quebec City for the long weekend, and I keep thinking about how I should probably stay here and just keep pumping out these training videos. I was relieved when the President came in and said that we should all just take the weekend off, no matter what. Then he said something about dog fuckers.
Went out for dinner last night at Le Panaché. I still love that place. I had strawberry gazpacho, which I’d heard of but never had, veal sweetmeat (which my mom told me was brains but is actually the thymus gland), a cranberry and ginger ice, roast kangaroo, and for dessert, a sour cherry mousse with white chocolate and a tiny glass of apple cider that tasted akin to ice wine.
For the record, kangaroo is super lean and tastes like venison. I had a cut off the top of the thigh, which is apparently the best cut that they’d discovered. As soon as I saw it on the menu, that was all I had eyes for.
And now I go back to writing more scripts. Whee!