Keith Snyder

So I don't need a theme.

Both boys have colds. They're in remarkably happy moods all day. We won't talk about night.
Yesterday I promised them "Jack!" which means they get to watch their one TV show: Jack's Big Music Show. So they both toddle-ran over to clamber onto the couch, and I commenced my tenth-most-annoying daily ritual, which is looking for the remote.
"Tak oo" said a little voice near my knee. When I glanced down to see what he was getting into, Mac was beaming up at me and offering up the remote.
I'm not sure whether his self-interest makes this story cuter or not.
He also calls everything "dai." It's like an old man who calls everyone Jim because he can't remember names. DAI!? he yells a hundred times per stroller outing.
Airplane.
DAI!?
Airplane.
DAI!?
Airplane.
DAI!?
Airplane.
DAI!?
Airplane.
Ba ba dai.
Bye bye, airplane.
But when you're pushing him in a stroller, you can't always see what he's looking at, and last night I misidentified something.
DAI!?
Tree.
MOO!?!?!?
Ah, so you do know the words. That's right, sweetheart. That's the moon.
Ba ba moo.
I finally found the right finger cymbal sound for Samson and Delilah's seduction scene.
I have not yet found a legal version of the first 35 seconds of Ravel's Bolero. The library tracks I've found don't include the beginning of the piece, the composer I contacted directly (who created those tracks) has disappeared from sight, and Naxos hasn't written me back yet with a licensing price.
I had a brief correspondence with a film festival in Iran that requested a copy of CREDO. I've already been informed that if it gets in, I'm not going. When you're not a parent, there aren't really right or wrong choices; there are only interesting and uninteresting ones. Risk becomes a different thing when you might be endangering somebody's daddy.
Working on audio at Starbucks also becomes a different thing when what's playing over and over on your screen is a large hairy man in a Delilah costume dancing seductively with finger cymbals around another man in a Samson costume.
It's not time yet for project post-partum, but a single wrong word when I wasn't ready for it yesterday took the wind out of my sails.
I've been trying for half an hour to remember the thing Butchie did yesterday so I could tell you about it, but it's not coming.
Larry and I are flying into L.A. late on October 5. The CREDO screening at the Chinese Theater is 2:30 PM, October 6. Blake will represent us at the awards show, which won't occur until after we've gone home. (We're up for four awards.) This is the same theater where I saw STAR WARS for my 11th birthday.
Back to moving finger cymbal sounds back and forth by thousandths of a second.

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