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From Days Of Old...
When I was a little boy, on Saturdays, I would accompany my dad to the local dump. There was no rolling of eyes or exasperated, loud sighs. No. There was pure glee, and I am about to rock your world with the exciting tale.
I looked forward to these delightfully unsanitary trips, because it meant that:
- I, in all nonexistent hygiene standards and without a hint of PPE, could roam the junkpiles at the dump and salvage any discarded electronic components I could find there
- I would get to spend quality time with my dad before I fell into a crevasse of sharp pokey objects and was impaled on some discarded javelin. Until I was rescued, it allowed me ample time to wonder why people had javelins.
- I would get out of doing household chores
- We had a VCR, so I could always catch Saturday morning cartoons later
Yes, I combed through junk. I would have to scour through banana peels and other unsightly castaways, but it meant something to me, just like when you bite into one of those Buster Bars from Dairy Queen and you realize life is so very good. A dump is a great place to find free leftover Buster Bars. #ifonlymorepeopleknew
This is before the days of recycling, where things that needed to be kept from each other were segregated, like:
- Telemarketers and dinnertime
- Paris Hilton and fame
- Marilyn Manson and our precious children
- Trump and the presidency. OH NO HE DIDN'T!! Yes. He did.
I laughed in the face of tetanus (as did my dad, who was always elsewhere unloading our refuse) as I flitted to and fro, snickering gleefully, quite similar to how an 8-year-old boy would. Also, I was 8 years old at this time. Also, I was a boy.
O such treasures to be found! Needles! Rusty knives! Rotting moldy food sitting in buckets of unwanted paint! But you know what they say: one man’s trash is another man's treasure. One man's refuse is another man's reveling. One boy's Buster Bar is another boy's Biohazardous Bowel Movement.
I am reminded of "Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out” by Shel Silverstein here:
And so it piled up to the ceilings:
Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
Brown bananas, rotten peas,
Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It cracked the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crusts and withered greens,
Soggy beans and tangerines,
Crusts of black burned buttered toast,
Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . .
The garbage rolled on down the hall,
It raised the roof, it broke the wall. . .
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,
Globs of gooey bubble gum,
Cellophane from green baloney,
Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
Peanut butter, caked and dry,
Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,
Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold French fries and rancid meat,
Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
That is basically what I would find at the dump. However, I wanted any of those things with the same fervency and passion that I desire to watch C-Span.
I knew what I wanted, and it was my sworn duty to sniff out pieces of passable old electronics. What was I doing with all this junk, you ask? (Admit it: you asked). Why, assemble my closet spaceship, no less! After all, there was no eBay. No Craigslist. It was the year 11 B.I., which is to say it was the year 1981 Before Internet, and alas, I was no expert reseller of abandoned crap.
But seriously now. All of these discarded electronics were going to be the start of something glorious! And also potentially the genesis of my very own Radio Shack franchise.
Ya Down With CCC? Yeah You Know Me.
It was to be called “The CCC”, or “Closet Command Center.” Every salvaged piece of formerly beeping, whirring and clicking bits of electronic gadgetry were thoroughly cleaned. By thoroughly cleaned, I mean I blew on them. Then they were neatly stacked on the shelf in my closet. By neatly stacked I mean that they were loosely perched on other things and lackadaisically secured with Scotch tape. This is where you cut me some slack. 8-year-olds do not usually have foundational engineering degrees.
When all was said and done, This Little Dreamer would stand back and suit up, which meant that I had on my Transformers underwear and my Godzilla mask. I would then pretend that I was In Complete Command Of A Spaceship Cockpit Console. I would press buttons and turn dials and shift levers and slide knobs and emit creative noises to simulate, in technical terms, cool spaceship beeps n’ stuff. I was in complete control of the navigation and flow of my world, unlike my toddler pouring himself a cup of juice, which usually results in our floors being sticky until Jesus returns, which will be in May of 2050 by the way.
But back to me as a kid: I was free to imagine. To play. To dream.
Fast forward four decades later, and I am a withered old person full of javelin holes, so you will not find me roaming dump piles, except when I crave a free Buster Bar. Here I am, sitting in front of my own CCC, and flying my own voiceover spaceship each day: full of dreams, and wearing a spirit of great joy and satisfaction.
And also my underwear and a Godzilla mask.
Second Star To The Right, And Straight On 'Til Morning
What dreams did you have when you were little?
As a voice talent, can you look back and see how you were totally meant to sit at your own command center and blast off in your day-to-day operations?
How has becoming a voiceover artist dovetailed with what you used to do, or dream you would someday do, when you were a child?
For me, I am not in the least surprised that forty years later, I am still positioned in front of a mish-mash of electronic gear each day…and at multiple stations! Heck, my ultrawide monitor even has a "flying through the galaxy" screensaver. To quote Heart:
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
There is my office Control Center where I edit, market and blog:
And there is my recording studio Control Center where I audition, record and perform:
And finally, I have a Control Center I hold in the palm of my hand day in and day out:
One man's trash became another man's treasure.
The great thing is that everything is routinely cleaned and sanitized. By cleaned and sanitized I mean I have graduated to canned air.
As if from some strange prophetic foreshadowing: voiceovers, editing, and running my own spaceship were all in my makeup from 8 years old...and very likely before then. Treasure-from-trash was in my destiny from the very beginning.
What about you?
- Were you destined to do voiceovers?
- Were you preordained to run your own Closet Command Center?
- Were you fated to record in your underwear and a Godzilla mask?
If not, see you at the dump; sounds like there is still some collecting to do!
On another note, I am still 8 years old in more ways than I care to admit. 🙂
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18 thoughts on “My Own Personal Voiceover Spaceship”
Really not all that much has changed indeed Joshua – looks like you’re up to your same old tactics! But wow your monitor looks like it defintely wasn’t obtained at the dump haha 🙂 🙂 🙂 glad you stuck with everything and congrat s again on the upgraded studio! And glad you didn’t get tetanus as a kid. 🙂 I kind of did the same thing as a child but it was with Baseball Cards. Of course you can’t really use those in voice overs. 🙂
Same old tactics indeed! Although I have, as I mentioned, stopped roaming the local dumps. Fun for a while but too many pokey things! Thanks for reading, Kris. 🙂 Much success to you this week!
Command center yes! I did something similar to that! I LOVED the idea of all my techy stuff (a calculator passed this definition too) being able to interact or be connected somehow! Never did that noises, but I did make paper TV’s! Like full on, 3D paper tv’s, hehehe. I loved screens from a very young age. Guess animation and stuff was always meant to be my primary like it is today, but I also loved music and singing to a fault, to the degree my parents had to tell me many times that there’s more to life than music, LOL.
No command center, but dreams of wi-fi, oversized screens and toon shading so flat you can’t even guess depth of field with the smartest AI! hehe.
Great post and I’m so glad your command center is a reality today!!! Major hi-5 mr!!! 😀
Thank you so much, Marius! I am in love with my setup. The only thing I don’t really like too much is my keyboard…I just cannot seem to find the right one that really makes me happy. Macally makes some great keyboards but my primary tower is a PC. I did find a reasonable keyboard that I’m getting used to, it’s this one and it has some great hotkeys that enable me to be able to jump right where I need to:
BUT – I am constantly making typos, and I can’t seem to find that sweet spot where my keyboard is supposed to sit on my desk where my arms are comfortable on the armrests of my chair and my palms feel like they’re flat against the keyboard and I’m not feeling like I’m experiencing carpal tunnel in my wrists. It’s a balancing act to be sure, but HEY! At least my monitor screen saver looks good, yeah? Yuk yuk yuk…
GET OUT!!!! We have VERY similar keyboards!! Mine is just like a stoneage version, but it’s a FANTASTIC choice! Got mine from my cousin. It used to be her husband’s who passed, but that keyboard is full of life!!!
Mine – minus the yellow lighting!
That monitor is so fantastic!!!!! I don’t know if I’ll use the whole thing, but there are times when I have a thousand things open, so maybe I would, LOL.
Back to the keyboard – sometimes it’s just where we anchor ourselves, if that makes sense, that causes the exact same pose to feel great one day, but awful the next. It’s about the muscle groups that activate for the “session” so to speak. My laptop sits on a credenza – incredible working surface, but sometimes typing on it sucks and other times it’s not. If I sit wrong – like instead of resting my arms, they kinda hang at some level of tension, it causes my neck and shoulders to become really stiff and that feels a lot like you’re describing.
The typo’s you’ll work out with muscle memory. 😉
Whenever you make a typo, just look at that monitor and go – I get to make typos on this!! WOW! 😉 hehe.
Ha! Wonderful perspective adjustment to employ…thanks my friend! Yeah I do like this keyboard for now but I REALLY like the one I just got for my iMac:
This, in terms of tactile response, is a FABULOUS keyboard…but it’s too Mac-oriented to use it successfully on a PC, and there are no hotkeys without enabling the Function key and switching them out…and then next time you need to use that Function key for the OTHER function, you’re sunk, so it’s constantly switching back and forth. First world problems I guess. I think I won’t blast off anymore and I’ll just sit here and struggle with my keyboard while my spaceship stays grounded. 🙁
I have absolutely recorded in my underwear, particularly in summer months. In the earlier iteration of my recording space, when it consisted of 1/2 a closet entombed in foam, I’d sit with a hot laptop in my lap while recording… It got hot. Especially under whatever mask du jour I had on.
May our itch to tinker and be creative keep us forever young.
I am sorry, but you have inadvertently plunged me into Dumb & Dumber with your response by the simple usage of “du jour”
I WAS THINKING OF IT TOO
We really are sister friends. 🤣🤣🤣
Why have we not gotten our nails and hair done, girlfriend? *head in the heat lamps* “Mmm-hmmmmm…you KNOW what I was thinking girlfriend when he said that to me and I was like WHATCHOOSAY??? Oh no you DI’INT.” *snap snap*
Whoaaaa there horsey!!!! What the heck is that light in your editing space????? I LOVE IT.
You asked, I answered! I wanted something stylish, because, oh I don’t know… #imastylishkindaguy
OOOOOHHHHH. New shiney thing……must have!
Love that you made your CCC a reality!
Thank you Stephanie! I do too. Isn’t it amazing ? Hindsight really is 20/20!
Thanks for the great blog
You are welcome – thanks for visiting and reading!