April 24, 2004

Shallow Observation

I hope audio-blogging never takes off in any real way. I just heard some by the author of a blog I occasionally read and now I swear I can never read that blog again.

Euww. Just . . . euww.

The nice thing about writing is that if you sound obnoxious (and full of yourself, and convinced of your superior wit, and just a little fucking effete and I mean, like damn), no one needs to know. If you have a zit on your nose, no one needs to know. If you're an amputee, no one needs to know.

I like it that way. But then, as a 73 year-old retired truck driver who's hoping that recent gastric bypass I had will help me do something about those extra 180 pounds I've been hauling around for most of my life, I suppose I would.

Posted by Ilyka at April 24, 2004 11:12 PM in hell is other people

Tell me about it. My recorded voice is to mellifluous speaking as Brittany Spears' singing is to that of Maria Callas.

Posted by: Andrea Harris at April 24, 2004 11:50 PM

When I use my "speaking voice" I sound almost exactly like James Earl Jones if he was a tenor. My "conversation voice" is, unfortunately, far closer to Alfalfa from the original Little Rascals.

Posted by: Jim at April 24, 2004 11:56 PM

My boyfriend's ordinary conversation voice is only a ZIP code away from James Earl Jones' . . . Jim, damnit, quit freaking me out with these eerie coincidences.

As for my own voice, I gave up trying to decide if I sound like ass or not. I was scarred for life by having relatives who used to tape-record every pwecious wittle thing I ever said when I was little, and I'm telling you, nothing will make a woman break out in hives like realizing she spent her childhood sounding like the bossiest, prissiest little girl with the world's thickest Jersey accent.

Posted by: ilyka at April 25, 2004 12:20 AM

Describing how I sound is probably worse than what I actually sound like. No audio-blogging for me.

Posted by: Rob at April 25, 2004 01:41 AM

Oh, and the only way I can sing without causing people phycical pain is if I go lounge lizard.

Posted by: Jim at April 25, 2004 04:26 PM

I sound seven. That's seven years old. Really.

I've had telemarketers ask for "my mommy."

Considering I'm nearly 40, I find that HEE LARIOUS.

On the other hand, it totally blows when I'm trying to talk dirty to my husband on his cell phone.

I HATE ALL OF MY PICTURES AND I LOATHE MY SPEAKING VOICE. (My singing voice, OTOH, doesn't bother me. Go fig.)

Sorry. I feel much better. Thanks, ilyka. Heh.

Posted by: Emma at April 26, 2004 06:01 AM

All this talk about voices is making me want to record a .wav file and upload it, just to mess with Ilyka's head.

Of course I think my recorded voice sounds weird, but I've been told I should do voiceovers.

Then again, the gravelly thing went away when I quit smoking. I was on my way to sounding like Lauren Bacall. Phew.

Posted by: Meryl Yourish at April 27, 2004 06:20 AM