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HANGIN' WITH THE D!

Spent a rather insane couple of hours at the offices of Variety to participate in an interview with some of the amazing voice talent on the 7D. To say these gents are some of the best of the best would be an understatement. Yet, I love understatements! I also love Triscuits. But that's a whole other post.

From Left to Right: Maurice Lamarche (Grumpy), Bill Farmer (Doc), Kevin Michael Richardson (Happy), Scott Menville (Sneezy), Kelly Ward (Voice Director), Me (Lord Starchbottom), Stephen Stanton (Sleepy), Billy West (Bashful)

On the drive to the interview I spotted this shoe car in Santa Monica. This isn't important per se, but I think if someone went through all the trouble of making a shoe car, the very least I could do is mention it here. Well done, shoe car maker! This is the best shoe car I have ever seen. It's also the only shoe car I have ever seen so I really have nothing to judge it by. But, if I ever do see another shoe car I'll let you know how yours compares.

Shoe Car. (Not Pictured - Maurice Lamarche, Bill Farmer, Kevin Michael Richardson, Scott Menville, Kelly Ward, Me, Stephen Stanton, Billy West.)

UPDATE: I have been informed by Doug Langdale that there is a Shoe Car in Burbank. I will attempt to photograph this other shoe car and determine if this Santa Monica shoe car is better or worse. I want to thank Doug Langdale for sharing this information.

STUFF

So, here I am, sitting on the train on my way to Los Angeles from our new home in a sleepy little beach community about 40 miles north of the city. It Really is sleepy, too. For a while I thought there were lots of homeless people there...but it turns out the sea breeze just makes you sleepy. I have struggled to stay awake just walking to my car. I have fallen asleep in the checkout line at the market. I have dozed mightily watering the plants. I am not quite sure how anyone gets anything done in our town, but I have noticed most everyone carries around a large can of Red Bull. The priest at our new parish takes huge swigs of the stuff between words during his homily. The crime rate here is incredibly low, too. We have a lot of criminals, but they nod off when they're being chased by police officers who wear special breathing masks that provide a continuous supply of non-beach city air. Half of our home is still under construction and has been for 43 years. The carpenters can only manage to drive one nail an hour.

By the way, a bear just tried to attack our train.

Anyway, I'm sure I'll eventually adapt to the slower pace of our new town. Okay...now the bear is running toward the back of the train. We slowed down a little and he almost got on and then the conductor went a little faster and the bear missed. Everyone is laughing. I guess they do this a lot. Okay, I just checked with the person sitting next to me. He tells me it's called bear-baiting. We just slowed down again and just as the bear almost climbed on the back we sped up again. Everyone is laughing again. I don't know. I think it's kind of mean. Oh we'll, I guess what Marvin Hamlish said was right; 'We're all different."

Not that you asked, but I've come to the conclusion that moving stinks. We Ruggs tend to stay in one place for a long while. So moving 20 years of stuff hasn't been very pleasurable. It's been icky. The last time I moved I was young and stupid. I did what all young, stupid people do when they move...get their friends to help. Now, 20 years older, I never got the memo that people my age hire people to move. It never occurred to me that people will actually put all your stuff in a truck and drive it to the new place, unpack it and then leave. I only realized this as I drove the UHaul truck back to the rental place after a day of lugging heavy furniture up endless flights of stairs with my saintly brother-in-law. I have promised myself that if we ever move again, I'm going all out. I'm going to hire the most expensive movers I can find and sip wine with friends as they go about moving everything. Wait a second...looks like the train slowed down a little too much. Great. Now there's a bear on board.

Because Laura Said To

I know. I've been grossly negligent in staying true to my blogging duties. I've let work...a pilot in development...various writing assigments and other things get in the way of keeping this inestimable blog up to date. And so it would have continued...

...had Laura not bravely emailed to say that enough is enough. She called me to task...pleasantly enough, mind you...and told me it was time get back to the important mission of filling this blog with clever words.

Thank you, Laura. I needed that.

However, after a few months off, I'm a little rusty at being clever. So, while I brush up and figure out what to blog about, I'd like to leave you all with this:

A man wrestling a bear for no reason.

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