zamiel

[	Tags	|	british, gay, queer, radio, vo	]
[	Current Mood	|	accomplished	]
[	Current Music	|	YMCA by the Village People	]

As some of you have heard, I’ve been out of work for — well, Hell, is it over a year and change, now? It has. Pretty sucky to admit, but that’s life. Regardless, it’s so. And this even after going back to school and getting my papers that say, “Hey, this Alexander Williams asshole, he’s certified in radio and TV broadcast technology and methodology; hire his white ass!”

In nearly those words, too. Who else could win both Class Clown and Most Likely to Become an Instructor?

But I digress.

Of late, I’ve taken to hitting RadioDaddy for an hour or so before bed, responding to from five to ten requests for dry VOs (Voice Overs) and the occasional, rare, produced liner. (Why are produced liners rarer? Because once I start tinkering and assembling, those things eat most of an hour for 30sec …) Some of the ones I put out fall into a big black abyss and I never hear back, some folks say thank you with rep, the on-site ranking medium, and a very few send me the final, produced work.

Now, the other morning, I was working on some things that ran from a Country Music station in Nevada to an Internet radio station doing a live show from a bar in Birmingham, UK. I don’t discriminate, I just start at the top of the most recent requests and roll down as I go until my allotted time for recording is up. Boom.

So, of course, this is the one that was received enthusiastically, produced (by someone else) and will be used:

TraxOnline.com does the Gay Pride Parade, Voiced By the Evil SquidLord

I am the voice of gay America on Commonwealth Internet radio.

Disturbingly, I think I’m proud.

zamiel

[	Tags	|	medicine, nail, ouch, pain, personal	]
[	Current Mood	|	sore	]

Let me tell you, Onycholysis is a bitch.

And before everyone gets all freaky and stuff, in this case it’s not because of psoriasis or fungal growth beneath the nail, it’s because — as far as I could tell — I caught the corner of my nail (index, left, joint-locked) on … something … and pulled on it hard enough to dislodge the entirety of the nail itself from the nail bed, where all the blood vessels, nerve endings and other sensitive bits are kept. In some ways, I think it’d been less painful to have it have finished the job by ripping off right across the base, but instead it’s stubbornly attached right there across the top (but not really the sides). It’s also kind of a sickly grey colour without the supporting understructure of the nail bed proper squidged up against it and it’s wiggly enough I can tell it’s detached all the way down.

It also, if I haven’t mentioned, hurts like an absolute blaspheming motherfucking nun being anally rent by two rather burly demons with multi-penetrative cat-barbed dicks. Except in my finger, and strangely, all up along the goddamn thing right to the back of my hand, with the added irony that I can’t exen flex my fingers to cause it … it just does it!

Don’t, for the love of Hell, try to research a medical condition on the Internet. Not if you value your stability and sanity. I figured this was the kind of injury that happens all the time, right? Trying to pry off glued on fake nails, traums from car doors, yeah sure, right? Not until you figure out the right search term. Until then it’s a panopoly of finger-damage images and deeply horrific prophetic announcements. “Splinter hemmorages!? Say it ain’t so!”

Unfortunately to me, I also find contraditory info. One site says that if the nail is splintered, it should be held back in place until it reattaches while the American Osteopathic College of Dermatology suggests that the unattached nail needs to be trimmed off! How in the seventh level of fuck one does that without, say, passing out from the pain if it’s held on only by the edge of the nail plate completely eludes me.

My current solution is to have a band-aid wrapped about the thing to bind it to the bed … at least until I sleep and see what’s what when I wake up. If I’m lucky, it’ll have decided it wants to finish coming out and I could just go grow a new one.I mean, it’s happened before.

Last time a nail came off (pinky, left) it was off altogether and while agonizing, I think the surety of how to proceed — let it grow back in on it’s own and keep the bed dry and clean until then — was a lot better than this half-assedness.

I’m feeling a bit stressed about this. For some good reason, I guess.

Sigh.

zamiel

[	Tags	|	china, cnn, journalism, news, video	]
[	Current Mood	|	aggravated	]

I have a membership to a new service that lets me clip bits of reporting from various news outlets. As an experiment, I went looking for bits on the recent Chinese earthquake in Sichuan.

And then I found … this:

I’ve seen some crappy journalism in my day, but really? Szechuan Chicken as the emotional linking device to a 7.9 magnitude earthquake? CNN, do you really have such contempt for your audience that you think they need that to help them care?

The more I follow the journalism, the more I’m repulsed by journalists. It doesn’t help that, technically, now I am one.

__oni_no_kaze__

[	Current Location	|	Gainesville, GA.	]
[	Current Mood	|	Confident	]
[	Current Music	|	Love and Money - ZAZA (Initial D OST)	]

I almost forgot the most important lesson I learned while training up in Illinois: IT'S ALL ABOUT ONI.

I met a cute chica and we got on rather well. It was a pleasant moment that might never be repeated, but hey, that's life. The sun's still bright, the sky's still mind-bogglingly blue, and the leaves on the trees are still green. And I am still the awesome person I know myself to be. 
Happily single, wild and free as the wind; doing what I want and what I love with no restraints. 
So while I could dwell upon what might have been, it's just so much more practical to focus on the fact I still have lots of money and time exclusivly for ME! 

Besides, there's always the fact I'll meet somebody even more attractive than little miss sex-on-legs while over in the Western Pacific Ocean. And as we all should know, JAPAN = SUPERIOR.