Nick is directing. The new mics are doing great. We are using the DPA 4061's on them. Sounds really good. So far I'm really happy with them. I got the UHF-Rs with the UR1 transmitters. I'll pick up some UR1Ms in the long run.
'Destiny'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Rock on! We almost went with the shures. But then mngmnt heard Senn mics last season and insisted I buy the 2000, even though the rebate is a lot smaller. Ya, my arm is still hurting. I fought back as long as I could.
Yeah, I thought about the Senn mics, but since I already have so much invested in mic elements that work on Shure packs I decided to go with the high end Shures. So far I'm really happy with the decision.
You know what's fun? Going in to wake your baby, who slept through the whole night, and having him literally squeal with delight when he opens his eyes and sees that Mummy and Daddy have come to get him up.
Less fun, for the poor little noodle anyway, is that hiccups now distress him. It was all just "Huh, so there's a thing" until recently, but now they are a cause for wailing and gnashing of gums.
Burping him not getting all that air out? Hold him upside down when nursing. Oooo, jump out from under the crib and yell BOO!!!
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Tell him he's pregnant
What...? it is standard scary talk in my house
You know what's fun? Going in to wake your baby, who slept through the whole night, and having him literally squeal with delight when he opens his eyes and sees that Mummy and Daddy have come to get him up.
Wait until he's three and comes into your room at 5 am whispering, "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bacey."
That still doesn't top the squeal. And it's only funny waaaay after the fact.
You know what's fun? Going in to wake your baby, who slept through the whole night, and having him literally squeal with delight when he opens his eyes and sees that Mummy and Daddy have come to get him up.
Less fun, for the poor little noodle anyway, is that hiccups now distress him. It was all just "Huh, so there's a thing" until recently, but now they are a cause for wailing and gnashing of gums.
Poor sweet darling.
Was at the convenience store getting my breakfast and morning diet Coke, and they taking donations for juvenile diabetes. Clerk asks the guy in front of me, "Would you like to donate a dollar for diabetes?" He says no, then apparently figures he needs to explain. "My mother has diabetes, I donate some to her." Fidget. "And disease is natural selection, anyway." Fidget, he leaves. Clerk kind of rolls her eyes and goes on to me.
I say, "I wonder what's going to naturally select him?" The guy behind me snorts in amusement but muffles it. The clerk fights down a grin. Of course, after that, I had to donate a dollar--which, to my credit, I was already going to do, since it's payday.
Guess what! I get to go to the opening of August Osage County tonight! For free, even. The playwright is a friend of the DH and he emailed offering us comps. Jason saw the play in Chicago, so he generously offered his seat and I am going with my friend Heather, who is is ZOMG DYING to see it, as am I!
The only downside is that the email came last night, and all my nice clothes are wadded up in a "to be drycleaned" bag where they have been for a couple of months now, so I had to scramble through my closet to find something that could pass for dressy. I am not convinced that I succeeded.