Joel McDonald
@okayjoelokay.bsky.social
VO Director (current) Voice Actor (mostly rehabilitated) Esteemed author of Getting In, THE definitive guide to building a life as a professional actor. https://a.co/d/bochcCp
I think there should be an extra-express lane at the grocery store for guys who are just there to pick up stuff their spouse forgot. Cash only, 2 items max. My new buddies, Yellow Onion and Tomato Paste, think it's a great idea.
Happy #Pride to all those fierce, fine, and fabulous.
Marmot Yelling 'ALLY!!'
Alt: Marmot Yelling 'ALLY!!'
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Me: So yeah, I guess I'm just looking to lose some weight. Personal Trainer: (leaning in, almost touching my nose. Menacing) I am gonna make you eat more than you've ever eaten in your life.
My favorite archetype of the convention scene is "Supportive But Baffled Parent."
Young Un: Hey, Dad? Can I have a passport? Me: Why? Y.U: My teacher says they take a long time to get but then you can fly anywhere in the world! Me: Sure but your mom and I don't have any trips planned. Y.U: (looks confused) ... Me: You know we have to come with you, right? Y.U: ... oh....
Young Un has to do a south London dialect for his next audition and the more we work on it, the more garbled and incomprehensible it gets. So we're definitely heading in the right direction.
Being sexually aroused by Muppets is called a feltish
Peak adulthood is knowing exactly what point in the YouTube dishwasher repair video where you're about to make things a whole lot worse.
[IKEA assembly, step 4] Me: Well this doesn't line up exactly but I can make it work. Step 19:
It'S All Going According To Plan... GIF
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[on the way to soccer practice] Young Un: Hey Dad! Truth or dare? Say dare. Me: Uh, dare. Y.U.: Stick your butt out the window and twerk at people. Me: I'm driving, bud. Can we do truth? Y.U.: Okay... Are you cheating on mom?
Me: Okay, what do you monsters want for lunch? Kiddo: Mac and cheese! Young Un: Something chocolate! ... Me: Boys? Today we change the world.
Marriage is a sacred institution between someone who knows there is NOTHING FUNNY about being touched on bare skin with a pair of icy cold feet... ... and someone willing to risk everything to prove otherwise.
Young Un: Dad, can you give this to Mom? Me: That's great, bud. You drew the family and it says "I love you sooo much." She'll love it. Y.U.: Thanks! Me: But hey... You make stuff like this for your mom a few times a week. Ever thought of drawing something for me? Y.U.: But she's the one I love.
So long story short, I've been banned from editing my own Wikipedia page. So if you have the time and inclination, I encourage you to edit my page with the most absurd crap you can think of. Get weird with it.
For my birthday this year, the kids gave me a pointed reminder that I'm not special.
Loophole! This year I'm putting the VS gift cards in MY stocking, courtesy of "Santa." And since I won't use them, it only makes sense to regift them to Wifey...
Joel McDonald@okayjoelokay.bsky.social · 2y agoWe're doing Christmas day with extended family this year, so Wifey has asked me to skip my annual tradition of putting a Victoria's Secret gift card in her stocking. I promised I would. So now I'm looking for much sluttier options.
I woke up at 330am to catch a flight to Otakufest in Florida. I'm just about to board my flight back home. I am very sleepy. But 100/10 would do again.
a man wearing a mask is sitting on a couch with the words " thanks nerd " on the bottom right
Alt: a man wearing a mask is sitting on a couch with the words " thanks nerd " on the bottom right
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My birthday is coming up in a couple weeks so if y'all know of any artsy types in need that the collective might be able to help in my illustrious honor, drop links here. Please and thank you.
Kiddo: Dad, can you help me run lines for my audition? Me: Sure. But what am I gonna ask you? Kiddo: ... If I already marked all the beats and wrote my subtext in the margins... Me: And? Kiddo: (sigh) Okay, 10 minutes.
a man says that 's my boy in front of a brick wall
Alt: a man says that's my boy
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Wifey: We should go out. Me: (grumble) Wifey: It'd be nice to get out of the house... Me: (grumbling intensifies) Wifey: ... maybe meet some people... Me: (grumbling reaches fever pitch) Wifey: ... I'll even wear that thing you like. ... Me:
a man in a red shirt is saying where are my pants
Alt: Michael J. Fox asking "Where are my pants?"
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Sure, dunk on AI voiceover because yes, as of NOW, it's just a piss poor robot's idea of what humans sound like, funded by rich idiots and approved by bigger idiots who will never be rich. But don't forget! This is early days. And with another few years of practice THE ROBOTS WILL BE MUCH WORSE