Somehow I’m helping with yet another podcast out of Gangplank. That makes three so far. And I’m still figuring things out! Pressure, pressure.

There’s the Gangplank Podcast, where they discuss what Gangplank is, social media, marketing, ice fishing, etc. The second podcast hasn’t been announced yet. And the third is run by my friend Tyson Crosbie and I think it’s going to be about marketing, small business and I dunno what, I’ve only worked on one so far.

I’m loving it. Srsly. FINALLY I’m contributing something! Not just given a “job” without the materials or feedback to carry it out. No having to nag people to get off their ass and give me the files or contacts or whatever if they want me to do it. No more being set up to fail. There’s follow-through now. Ideas are wasted time when you don’t follow through. This group is moving forward.

Okay sure, I don’t know everything I need to know about peaks and levels, and how all the equipment works exactly. But I’m learning pretty quickly. And I think I’m good at the editing part. I think I have a good ear for it. At least I’m getting excellent feedback and support!

Went to see Mamma Mia! the other night. Don’t bother. It’s a rental. Not campy enough to be campy. OVERacted to beat the band. And although Pierce Brosnan makes an excellent spy, when he sings you’re left wondering just how big IS that vice grip attached to his balls? Painful! I did love how much fun Christine Baranski and Meryl Steep seemed to have doing those song and dance scenes. The best part of the whole movie is the final credit sequence. And there’s a couple of ABBA songs I’d never heard before and liked.

Slipping Through My Fingers

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I’m losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what’s in her mind
Each time I think I’m close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she’s gone there’s that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can’t deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn’t
And why I just don’t know

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what’s in her mind
Each time I think I’m close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile