This evening, I'm hosting this event at the TV Academy — a program devoted to the art and science of recasting cartoon voices when the original voice becomes unavailable, usually due to death. I'll be interviewing casting-and-voice director Andrea Romano, Producers Matt Craig and Gary Hartle (who bring you Wabbit), voice actors Jeff Bergman, Grey Griffin, Dee Baker and Bob Bergen, and puppeteer Mallory Lewis, who is carrying on the work of her mother, Shari Lewis. It's only open to members but it will probably be viewable online before long. I'll let you know where it is.
I also have a pressing script deadline, a doctor appointment (nothing important) and a lot of birthday greetings to reply to. If I don't reply to yours, please forgive me as they literally number over a thousand…and there are even some from people I know! So there won't be a lot of posting here today.
I am absolutely fine with turning 65. I have never felt old at any age. Eubie Blake used to ask the question, "How old would you be if you didn't know how old you were?" I'd be 24, which was the age I was when I moved out of my parents' house and took full control of my life…or at least as much as anyone could ever have.
I have friends around my chronological age who I think make themselves older than they have to be by obsessing on the topic, worrying that they'll become unattractive at this age or that no one will want to hire them at that age. I'm sure at some point, I'll become acutely aware and concerned that I don't have much time left on this planet but I'm going to try to not descend into that dead-end more than an hour or two before I check out. Back later.