Picture Perfect

For a change, I'm going to write a blog post, because I'm bored and not because I was forced to by the powers that be (namely Cat, head of the "let's-bug-DJ-till-he-makes-a-post!" squad).

In a previous post, I discussed accents - and given my recent voice convo's with peoples, I shall write about it again. But much, much more briefly, don't worry.

Arty: As I was talking to arty, arty's mum happened upon the place. As I said to arty and her mum last night, I think out of all American accents, the californian one is the best. If someone from the east coast is reading this, I don't want to hear it! Whatever it is youre going to say in your defence, the answer is you're wrong. All I have to say is "Brooklyn" and "Queens" - I don't even have to get to "The Bronx." New Jersey accents are a little better, yes. But whatever. I'm not discussing this with you. Pfft.

Anyway, the voice conversation was interesting. I think. I was so tired, I don't believe I remember anything else that happened. 

Cat: Always so quiet on mic, dissapointingly so. Until someone taunts her that she's a scardy cat, and boom! She has guts once more. 

Side note: why should people be afraid of voice convos? Their respective voices have gotten them through life this far, without men, women and children running away screaming from them (hopefully) because of how they sound.  End of sideth note.

So it was slow going with cat. We eventually established a two-way mic convo, but I really couldn't hear her due to her rubbishy microphone, which mangled her voice (yes, even more than her accent does :P) into sounding like a computer voice something like...."Hel-LO WO-uld you LIKE to PLAY a GAME?" But with much more static and digitalness. 

Cat's convinced that we had nothing to say to each other and should therefore not ever meet in real life (voice convos are so much easier once you have met, actually. At least, that's what I find with arty) lest the same fate plague us. I'm not convinced, however. 3:00am is not exactly the best time to start any talk of any type. It's the time when you've reached a deep state of sleep, after being in bed for at least 4 hours. that's right, 11:00pm = bed time. Or it should. I think that's what I'm going to do as much as possible from now on...Right now I still have a headache I'm convinced is from the late night.

Anyway. Somehow Cat - surprisingly - got the courage to call me on my cellyphoney. It wasn't on silent and before long the rather loud tones of the theme tune to Larry Davids "Curb Your Enthusiasm" was playing. I had no choice but to pick up. And lo and behold, I understood what she was saying to me (yes, even through the thick scottish accent).

Cat, if you want to know how it'd be if we ever met, just watch one of the epsiodes of CYE. lol. And you laughed a lot more on the phone than on the mic. So there. Lots of ticks for me afterall.

Anyway, I've lost interest entirely in writing anything more, so, uhh, bye!