Cat Voice Demos & Poems

Hi, Internet! Today I’ll show my favorite college portfolio poem, but first look what I made:

It’s a voice over demo for my cat, Misu! As a kitten, she used to audio-bomb my recordings all the time. She hates doors being closed, so if she’s not sleeping when I get in my booth, she may cry and scratch at the door, or she’ll throw her toys underneath the door. Since she wanted in the booth so badly, I brought her in and used treats to make her meow in the mic. I love producing audio, so this was a great oppurrrtunity to make a demeow. Despite the fact Misu’s mic technique is iffy, her demo turned out adorable.

Now onto the poem. It is an Ekphrastic Poem (writing that comments upon another art form). When Green catsasked to do this for class, my thoughts immediately went to two things: Children’s Literature and my favorite artwork from my freshman art appreciation text book, Radioactive Cats by Sandy Skoglund . This was my favorite piece of the whole semester, and it sparked my passion for writing books and poems for kids.

The Strangest Stray

Old man Mully and his wife
were friendly, feeble and kind.
They were a quirky couple
because both were colorblind.

They could not see red, blue nor green,
and on one cheery day
they chose to paint their worn-out house
in sixteen shades of gray.

Mrs. Mully sent her spouse
for more paint in the city,
and on his way home from the store
old man Mully found a kitty.

“I’ll take you home”, said Mr. Mully.
“You’re the cutest thing I’ve seen.”
But old man Mully failed to notice
the cat was neon green!

He took the cat home to his wife.
She fed it bread and jelly,
and fishy fish and scrambled eggs,
and then she rubbed his belly.

The green cat liked his brand new home,
the Mullys and the food,
but something still was missing
so he climbed the roof and mewed.

“Meow meow meow meow”, said the cat,
and then without delay
a spaceship landed in the yard.
His friends had come to play.

Forty five fluorescent felines
came from outer space.
They pranced and danced across the yard
and climbed the fireplace.

The space cats found the kitchen
and broke the icebox door.
They feasted, nibbled, slurped and ate
until there was no more.

The Mullys woke-up and where shocked
to see and to behold
a spaceship on their lawn
and cats bombarding their abode!

“What will we do with all these cats?”
asked the old man with dismay.
“We are outnumbered”, said his wife
“I guess we’ll let them stay”.

The bright green kitties lingered
while the Mullys would allow,
but finally their cat announced
“Meow meow meow meow meow meow!”

The space cats lined up single file
and skipped out the front door.
They hopped and flopped into their ship
and took-off with a roar!

“Mysterious”, said old man Mully
“You don’t look out-of-place.
How could such a normal-looking cat
Have friends from outer space?”

The Mullys kept their space cat
and never had a clue
that the pet they saw as commonplace
had a glowing, greenish hue.

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PMS & Ponies

Oh snap! I fell off the horse with this Throwback: Prentice’s College Poetry Porgfolio blog series. Well, I’m back in the saddle, and speaking of falling off a horse, here is my newest Derpy Con South promo video:

BATMAN BEIGNETThe artwork was done by the talented, smart and beautiful Joie Brown. We got to work on a project together that we didn’t create ourselves. It was fun! This read was a challenge for me though. The lighter version of Beignet that was chosen was already a new character for me to develop alone, but now I had to make her do her own bad ass impression of Batman? I had to pull a Tim Gunn and make it work! And werk I did!

Now for the poem. We were supposed to do a series of themed poetry in class. I decided to do multiple forms with one consistent theme: PMS. I liked the idea so much that I continued the project with new forms we did in class, and here is what I turned-in at the end of the semester.

Premenstrual Syndrome

Chips

One day I wept
for a most unfortunate loss.
I wanted potato chips,
and the bag was empty

The Perfect Man

The perfect man loves me
for who I am.
He thinks I’m beautiful
every day.
He would stop at nothing
to satisfy me.
The perfect man is unafraid
to purchase tampons.

Cinquain Granny Panties

Cotton
Elastic torn
Ugly floral pattern
Girls wear them while boys dream of thongs
Panties

Inflation

When balloons are bloated with air,
it’s a gleeful and gladsome affair.
But when women inflate,
they’re irked and irate,
And when both burst they give quite a scare.

Uterine Woe

Uterine woe,
blow by blow, cramps
show no mercy

Female Foreboding
Featuring a quote from Dolly Parton’s PMS Blues

The end of the world has many signs,
Omens and plagues that intertwine,
But there’s something worse we can’t suppress
The God almighty, slap somebody
“Teeth a clenchin’, fluid retention
Head a swellin’, can’t stop yellin’
Moods a swingin’, tears a slingin’
Nothin’ fits me, when it hits me
Rantin’, ravin’, misbehavin’”
Wrath of PMS.

Balance Haiku

estrogen balance
makes me sweeter than cherries
bitter like lemon

Inopportune Romance

He wants to make love
I say “don’t even try”
and give him a shove

He then asks me why
I tell him “it’s girl stuff”
He creeps up my thigh

I state “that’s enough”
“My breast hurt. My back aches”
He makes sexy rebuffs

“This is a mistake”
He takes of my pants
“Oh for goodness sake”

Inopportune romance
is awkward love, yet
a great circumstance
One rarely regrets

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Portfolio Piece #2: An Ode to Snow Peas

I shared a dramatic monologue from my college poetry portfolio yesterday, and as promised, I am showcasing another. From what I remember, one of the first forms we did was an ode. For those of you who don’t know:

Ode – A formal, often ceremonious lyric poem that addresses and often celebrates a person, place, thing, or idea. Its stanza forms vary.
 

Backlit-Food-Green-PeasNow, some people did odes to loved ones or favorite places or serious stuff. I think one guy did one for the toilet, which I found quite impressive. I decided to do mine on snow peas because I love eating them. I give this poem a solid “meh” because it is sorta cute. I was encouraged to embellish my piece, but I feel it threw a wrench in my simple style and sounds unnatural. Still, snow peas are yummy, so who cares?

An Ode to Snow Peas

Some people like them in stir-fry.
Others only eat them shelled,
or hidden in a salad drenched with dressing.
I like them in their simplest and most natural way.

I’m sitting on the couch
eating fresh snow peas,
relishing every bursting bite
of cold, clean crunch
and sweet juice.

I hold one up to the sunlight,
observing its translucent, green shell
wrapped around and shining through the tiny peas and veins,
like crescent, chartreuse stained glass.

It shatters with a smash,
a crash and a crunch.
Fractured fragments of snow pea glass
are crushed by pearly teeth,
slicing cravings and slaking hunger.

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A Look Back at My College Portfolio: The Form I Was Best At In Class

I am writing copy for my character demo for VO, and I planned on borrowing a poetic piece from myself for a part of the reel. I found it and also read the rest of my college portfolio from Poetry class. I am so tickled by my old work that I plan to share the nostalgia with A+you. I will share one poem from my portfolio each day this week.

Today I will share my Dramatic Monologue. I shared this poem once before in 2011 when discussing a Fridge Poem, but it really deserves its own blog post. I’ve always had a knack for simple, conversational writing, so it comes as no surprise that of all the forms we practiced in class, this was my bread and butter. The teacher said it was hands down the best in class and gave me an A+. On top of that, I still like the piece five to six years after writing it (And all artists know that you usually look back at your old stuff and cringe or laugh at your younger self in a condescending way.). So here it is, my dramatic monologue that delves into the mind of a crazy cat lady.

The Old Cat Lady

Well, good morning, Miss Molly,
Florence and Fanny.
Cat PawsHow are you ladies today?
I’m just fine, thank you.
You girls look lovely this morning.
You know, back in my day
I was quite a looker myself.
Had boys lining up
for a chance to take me out.
And that one blue dress I had.
Golly. I looked good—
Okay. Alright.
I know you’re hungry.

Oh. There’s Tom Tom, Tiger,
Charlie and Abigail.
Here you go. Breakfast is served.
Now I’m going to step out and—
Yes, I know, Señor Whiskers.
I shouldn’t be smoking.
Wow. It looks like a party in that kitchen.
You know, I used to sneak out
and go to parties in my day.
I’d dance with the girls all night long.
Had boys lining up
for a chance to dance with me—

Ah. Hello, Mr. Mittens.
You’re such a handsome young man.
You know, my husband was quite handsome.
He swept me off my feet. That’s for sure.
We used to go dancing together,
and I would dance in his arms all night long.
Then we would talk about everything and share a cigarette
as we walked home.Cat Paws
He was so smart and so fun.
It still seems unfair
that he died in the war—
Aww. Don’t be sad for me,
Mr. Mittens—

Did you see that, Boots and Belle?
Those kids ruined my flower bed again.
Tomorrow we can spend the afternoon together
fixing it, but not today.
Don’t you remember? It’s Thursday.
The girls and I are playing bridge today.
Or was it Pony Tail? It doesn’t matter,
as long as Tabitha brings the Bloody Marys—
Oh. Here’s Lilly, Mittie,
and Mr. Kiddleywinkumpoops.
I’ll go ahead and feed you, too,
but I can’t entertain you all day.
I have important things to do,
like drink, gossip, smoke and play cards

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Promo Girl to Promo Pony: How it Feels to be an Animated Pony

I’ve taken my promotional work to a new level. I mashed it up with VO and ponies, and now I’m the voice for a Brony convention called Derpy Con South. Here I am as Beignet, the pastry baking, con promoting pony from New Orleans:

I really had a great time auditioning for the part and developing Beignet. I’ve always wanted to be a pony! Here’s the original audition:

I know you may be thinking “Prentice, the final promo sounds nothing like the auditions you did. I loved take #_ best. What gives?” And, my response is “You’re absolutely right!” This was what I liked best about this VO gig, and I’ll tell you why.

The voice seeker wanted a cute audition with a French flair, which is what I gave for the first take. The second was my own creation because I thought a  thick, friendly, Southern accent would fit the New Orleans vibe well (Though I did add a little French with “Bonjour,Y’all!” Lol).

Rarity-esque counts, right?

Rarity-esque counts, right?

The third was a Rarity-esque read, because I like doing those and felt it would fit the character, and I wanted to show range. Personally, the second read was my favorite, but C’est La Vie. (That means “Such is Life”, Y’ALL!).

When I got the gig, they decided I should mix elements of the last two reads. They liked the Southern accent, but they wanted the cute class and higher pitch of the Rarity-esque read. This is what I really enjoyed. To dissect my already established, Southern character into three distinctly different Beignets was a great experiment. One was a fusion of the two reads. The second was a higher and slightly toned down version of my original Southern gal, and the third was more sing song and airy. I sent all three, though I knew they would likely pick the third. What can I say? Bronies like squee-gasms.

So, how does it feel to be a pony? It’s awesome! The video was on Stay Brony, My Friends and Equestria Daily! The animator is another Brony from the ATL, and he did a fantastic job.  His other stuff is awesome, too! Check it out! I look forward to doing more videos for Derpy Con South. Besides, transforming from a Promo Girl to a Promo Pony is an adorable antithesis of Equestria Girls, right?

Perhaps it's my girly hormones, but despite haters hatin', I WANNA SEE THIS MOVIE!!

Perhaps it’s my girly hormones, but despite haters hatin’, I WANNA SEE THIS MOVIE!!

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My Ghetto Studio: Needs More Glitter!!!!

Who likes to combine arts and crafts with voice over? You got it! This girl!

Look what I made!!!!!!

Look what I made!!!!!!

After having a rough and dry spell with my VO, I started to get whacked-out with poo brain, constantly over-thinking things. Did my techniques get stale? Did my studio suddenly suck? Did some alien land in my yard, invade my bedroom in my sleep and replace my vocal chords with Twizzlers? Argh why?!?!?! I saw this how-to video a while back and wanted to give the DIY project a go, in the name of home studio improvements!

I decided to make a few modifications on this though. Instead of a plastic bin, I used a cardboard box. I thought it would be nice to recycle, and I feel the cardboard would absorb sound better. I didn’t want any echo from plastic. Another vast improvement I made was…ADDING KITTIES, RHINESTONES and GLITTER!

I can haz voice overz?!

I can haz voice overz?!

This is a useful and super adorable addition to my booth. I don’t know how much cleaner it makes my recordings (if at all), but it hasn’t made things worse. I’ve booked a gig or two since building it. It could be the mic box helped, or it could be the new project lifted my spirits and boosted my confidence. Who knows? Who cares? It has rainbow kittens, and that’s all that matters!

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28

Image by SuperNiall64

Image by SuperNiall64

My birthday was last week, and I have to say a lot was going through my head. I was a bit depressed and doing that “I’m getting older but going nowhere,” spiel. Unemployent, an inconsistent freelance career and getting closer to 30 can do that. But, my actual birthday and the birthday weekend was a whole new story! So many friends showered me with sentiments, flattery, laughs and even gifts! I’m not one to give myself much slack, and I sure as hell am not nice enough to myself. So, thanks to all my friends, and a special thanks to Angie and Trevor for throwing me an awesome, MLPFIM party! Everybody made me feel so special, and it help put me into perspective…that and befriending a drunk, meth-head lady at the grocery store on Friday night after birthday dinner.

Anyways, I wanted to write a poem about my birthday. I’m always one to say “any experience is worthwhile so long as it makes a great story,” and it’s very true. Even though the past few years have been cray cray, I learned a lot, tested my inner strength and created many worthwhile stories to make me laugh. Since life’s been complicated, it seemed only fitting to construct a Villanelle for the occasion:

28

I have great expectations for 28,
since 27, 26 and 25 fell through,
28 had best be great.

25 made my heart deflate,
as dreams simmered in a failure brew.
I have great expectations for 28.

During 26 I made comical mistakes,
using empty promises, desperation and determination as glue,
so 28 had best be great.

I rejoined the unemployment rate.
27 was a dark time to reflect and renew.
I have great expectations for 28,

It’s now time to rejuvenate,
with lessons learned, experienced accrued,
28 had best be great!

Though those three tough years left me irate,
I would never bid those times adieu,
They gave great preparation for 28,
and 28 will surely be great.

 

*** Also, if anybody is interested in joining my team poem, it would be a much appreciated belated gift. Besides, it will be fun! ***
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Bioshock Infinite: A Rhyming Review


Yes, I know. I didn’t get a poem written yesterday. I started one but didn’t finish it yet. I do have a game review I want to do, so to make-up for yesterday, I will do a rhyming review, some poetic gaming prose…on Bioshock Infinite.

Some gamers were quite skeptical,
of the latest Bioshock,
but I found it exceptional,
and my husband thought it rocked,

We played this game together,
because I suck at first person shooters.
We were two nerd birds of a feather,
playing video games instead of going to Hooters.

Bioshock Infinite holds its own,bioshock_infinite_banner-580x348
not needing Bioshock as a crutch,
it’s plot and setting stands alone,
I liked steam punk cloud world very much.

But, it’s cohesive in the series,
with a mass corruption theme,
and quirky, sci-fi theories,
and classic propaganda schemes!

The graphics were so stunning,
especially while flying.
The plot line kept me running,
literally…or I’d be dying!bsi03

Instead of fighting zombie things,
we fought soldiers head-to-head,
my husband played on hardest setting,
and often ended-up dead.

He said he preferred the controls,
for fighting in this game.
Besides, who can’t love a rollar coaster death roll,
or shooting dudes you just set aflame?!

Severe Hottie!

Severe Hottie!

You play as Booker Dewitt,
to the towns folk a forgettable man,
despite his machete arm and gun outfit,
and love of stealing stuff and eating from trash cans.

Elizabeth is the chick who you steal away,
who does not die in battle! Hip hip hooray!
She’s a genius but cray cray to say the least.
She looks like Scarlet Johannson  meets Bell from Beauty and the Beast!

So yeah. This game was awesome,
I highly recommend it.
The graphics are pretty, the gameplay is fun,
and the story line is splendid!

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S*IT! Poetry Month Day Two?!?!

Mmmmmmmmm

I swear I’m gonna write a poem each day, and it will be worth reading. To draw inspiration from my day, I will rhyme of my experience at Wild Wings Cafe today:

a Sonnet to Free Chicken Wangs

My love and I went on a sexy date,
a spicy night that set my face a-flush,
for half the price a normal dinner rate.
It’s wang night at a wing bar’s dinner rush!

Embraced by craft beer and a celery stalk,
bartenders seduced me with many things,
like dranks so hard they left me not to walk,
and lo! Behold! Some free, new chicken wings!

Two new and spicy flavors took my lips,
free samples threw my taste and love aloof,
free food is something I can never skip,
for opportunities like that go poof!

All hail the mighty free, hot chicken wang,
for your generous flavor I shall sang!

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It’s Poetry Month Again?!?!

Now I need to dust-off my thinking cap and my quill...it's been a while...

Now I need to dust-off my thinking cap and my quill…it’s been a while…

Wow! I can’t believe April is here again. In addition to me getting older and soon getting kicked off unemployment soon and spring and stuff, it is POETRY MONTH! Since I’ve been doing so well with posting on my blog regularly (I pray you hear the dripping sarcasm), my vow to write a poem every day will be cake, right?

As a poetry month finale, I would like to try doing this group poem (renga) again, with the internet. It won’t be that hard. I promise. The form is haiku-like and only requires counting a few syllables. There is no rhyming, and knowing my friends and me, the poem will be light and fun in nature. If interested, show me some kind of sign.

And now a haiku about poetry month (I almost forgot to do this today, so I’m making it up right now):

The month of my birth
is a month of poetry
I’m rhythm and rhyme

 

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