Another Russian Sub Is In Trouble
It appears that Russians, given their obvious disposition to dying aboard underwater vessels, would give it up. If I knew that somewhat-boring 40 year old men (okay, 41 - screw you) who are voice over artists tend to die while... oh, let's say ice fishing with Ernest Borgnine... I would immediately delete his number from my cell phone. I realize he's dead, but it's just an example.
Where these Russians get the balls to continue climbing into pressurized barrels of death and sinking to the bottom of the ocean is beyond me. Russian people, listen to me. The next sub you should consider getting involved with should be a 12-inch B.M.T. with extra peppers, mayo and pickles.
Hold the Jared.
Moving has been quite an experience. Props to my friends Ron, Gary, Bird, Karen, Mike, Paula, Chris, Bill, Debbie... and my wife Tawnya for all the help. Bird has shown that he has no decorator savvy, so I'm keeping him busy unpacking bar booze.
I'm working with engineers wiring the new studio and getting it ready. It will be in a temporary room for a month or two, until the new room addition is finished. Things are right on schedule.
My daughter Courtney turned sweet 16 Thursday. It appears my time perception is a little akimbo, I just changed her diaper and played patty cake with her yesterday.
She is such a blessing to me. Whatever my accomplishments in life, first and foremost I will have been Courtney's Dad.