(~simul iustus & peccator~) (lovelies) wrote,
(~simul iustus & peccator~)
lovelies

My paper is going to be opponed today, which means that eleven people are given free reign to tell me what about my academic writing sucks while one of them, the designated opponent, is required to keep the tally. I can't tell you how much I'm not looking forward to this.

Especially as I'm most definitely coming down with something.

In other news, I recently bought a head-set for the laptop (all the better to watch House with, my dear), because the speakers (speaker?) on it suck donkey balls. Donkey balls that have dragged on the ground after it's been raining. And, as it were, the head-set came with a built-in microphone.

Now, I've had some form of computer for seventeen years, but I've never actually had a computer mic before (we did have a speech synthetizator on the C64, mind, which was the coolest thing since... actually, I don't think sliced bread had yet even made it to the stores here back then). So naturally the first thing I do is try it out, pop open Sound Recorder, and...

And I seriously cannot recognize my own voice. At all. My voice sounds a lot deeper to my own ears, which in fact was one of my teenage traumas. I've got bleach-blonde hair, a vacant look to the eyes, I'm clumsier than Tonks, and if on top of that I sound like a moron, it's not a wonder if people look at me as though I am one. I just had no idea. No idea.

ETA: a clip of me reading from American Psycho
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