One would think that being the voice of one of the country’s most beloved cartoon mean you’d be set for life money wise. Wrong. The cartoon petered out when the generations changed, and I was out of a job. Middle aged, and all I had on my resume was the ability to make stupid voices for a prolonged period of time. I went all over the place looking for somewhere to jumpstart my acting career. I wasn’t born to contort my voice into a nasally whine six days a week. I wanted to be a thespian. The only reason I went with the cartoon was because the scout picked me up at my nephew’s puppet show. The puppeteer was choking my sister with his cocktail weenie and didn’t come back from break. I had to save the show. That’s how things went. But now I’m looking for a job. It’s even more difficult when they find out who I am. This means I have to do the voice. Over. And over. And over again. I always get turned away afterward. Most directors don’t like hearing a beloved voice to their children tell them to go ******** themselves.
Captain_Cynic · Tue Nov 21, 2006 @ 03:45am · 0 Comments |