Stockpheus

Today marked day 1 of my journey into the world of voice acting. Stocker came over to the house and did an hour and change worth of lesson with me. Prior to his arrival to my abode, I was watching videos on CollegeHumor.com; it's such a wicked site (how the fuck do you not know about these guys?)



Later, Stocker joined me in my bedroom where I had my laptop and shit setup, then he began with his nerve-wrecking monologue that reduced my wide-eyed confidence to nil (I think my balls might have shrunk a bit too). Within his little spiel, he'd established that if I don't have what it takes, he won't give me the time of day in spite of the money. I'd never thought I could be so intimidated by a 5-foot-man with glasses; in my own fucking home no less! It was akin to having a profound discourse with Morpheus but without the pills or the blackness. Meanwhile, I'm like, "WTF, dude? Aren't you supposed to placate my ego by filling my head with false hope??" But, I didn't say that 'cause I still wanted him to teach me. So I swallowed the RED pill with great apprehension and went, "Well! I'm not sure what I can do, so let's find out!" Thus began my voice training with the voice director - Stockpheus.