It was a pretty day outside, but this was my view for most of the afternoon. We were recording a new project for Subterranean, actually I should say re-recording. We have discovered that switching between a British accent and a faux Spanish accent is not my forte. I’m glad the Spanish accent is supposed to be fake, but there are times yesterday when it was German or Jamaican. Yeah. I know. It’s really not okay.

I’m now listening to Ricardo Montalban and trying to absorb the sound of his voice. I’m heading down to Powell’s to pick up one of the dialect tapes for actors tomorrow. This is making my nutty.

Our front yard looks so pretty when I crop out the grass that needs mowing.