For the first time in a long time, I have nothing to say. Well, nothing is such a strong word, but, well… anyway…
So, I decided to hang out my voice over shingle. Hot diggity doggy doos, we’re back in business! Yeah man!!!
So, I went to Fiverr and made this gig dealio, their version of a resume, with the intention of garnering just a few of the thousands of potential customers out there seeking my voice. Yes, sir, gotsta have a gig.
So, I made the gig thing. As part of the gig thing, you should have an Instagram account, a website, and a Facebook page. Well, I don’t have the IG account, and you’re on my website at this very second.
But, see, someone hacked my Facebook account late last year, so I killed it before any harm was done. But now I need a Facebook account for this Fiverr gig thing but I have to use another email because I’d killed my account.
So, I got the new Facebook account with a different email, but every contact with whom I got disconnected when I killed my old Facebook account and now wish to reconnect gets a warning saying that I may not be me.
Well, I’m pretty certain that I am me. I mean, who else would I be? (In truth, someone is knocking at one of my email accounts right now, asking to change the password. Beset by pirates be I.)
Anyway, to make a long story even more so, each of my contacts with whom I’ve reconnected has sent me an email asking if I was, in fact, me. Some took a lot more convincing than others, but, in the end, I convinced them that I myself was myself.
One contact said “great, because we’re casting a play and need you!”
So, now I get to be in a play! Yay! The theater… my public… awaits!
John D Reinhart 