Monday, June 19, 2006

Revolutionizing the Revolution!

I received an email from Blogger telling me that I was revolutionizing the revolution. Yep, that's what I'm doing. (Sounds a bit like Pump up the Volume doesn't it?) Why? I started audioblogging thanks to Emma sometimes at The Bee's Knees. She mentioned it and I was all over it. I thought about doing it here and then thought “But what would I say?” This isn't a question that often enters my mind. Although from experience, I would have the best intentions and then when I actually attempted to record something... I would draw a blank, stutter, stammer and so on. I used to make audio taped letters for Peter when we lived apart. It was hard to think of what to say. There were a lot of um's and uh's. Therefore I decided what would be easier than reading out a chapter at The Mama D Experiment? So that is what I did. There is a little stuttering, a little stammering and since you are only allowed a 5 minute post, it cut me off. 5 minutes goes by quickly! I'm sure I will ruin the story for any of my faithful readers. They will have their own voices for the characters in their heads and imagine the way the dialog should sound. I'll destroy it with my monotone style reading. Not to mention I am rushing a bit to try to fit the whole chapter into 5 minutes. Oh well.

Now there's something I should warn you about if you are planning to check it out. My voice. I don't know why but I have the voice of a thirteen year old. I assure you I am not thirteen but on the cusp of my 30th birthday. The voice comes in handy when telemarketers call and ask to speak to my parents. I always tell them “No, they aren't here right now.” and hang up. I once had trouble booking both plane and concert tickets due to my childlike voice. The booking agents sounded concerned since I was flying from Winnipeg to Toronto. (To see this friend) “Do you have someone to stay with while you're there?” one of them asked in a concerned sounding voice. “Um, I'm actually 23 years old.” I said. “Oh! Wow, you sound so young.” I'm used to it. I used to look a lot younger than I was too. I think Baby A has taken care of that for me. A few months without much sleep ages you quickly. Still I wear pig tails. I'll likely wear them until I'm 80 if I'm still kickin' around.

So hey, what I'm really trying to say is come on and 'Revolutionize the Revolution' with me. Won't you? It's easy, it's painless and it's kinda fun.

TALK HARD!!!

You say you want a revolution
Well you know
We all want to change the world
You tell me that it's evolution
Well you know
We all want to change the world
But when you talk about destruction
Don't you know you can count me out
Don't you know it's gonna be alright
Alright Alright


-The Beatles

(Much better than Eye of the Tiger don't you think?)

4 comments:

bon said...

SO BE IT!

I'm surprised ya didn't save this business for Say WHAT? As a matter of fact I was boning up on my "Pump" lines because I was sure it was next.

Mall Worker said...

I get the same thing with telemarketers! It amuses me so! I haven't had the problem with booking things, but that could be because I do most of my booking online!

Dawnyel said...

I've had the opposite problem with my voice. In fact...sometimes I got confused for my BROTHERS! Geez...can't a woman have a deep growly voice?! :) Off to read/hear Mama D Experiment....does this book have a real title?? Oh, well....

Just MJ said...

Well, I once made a very embarrassing mistake. I called my sister in law's house, and her husband answered. I didn't recognize him, and I asked for my SIL, but she wasn't home. The person who answered, asked for my kids, which I though was weird because I had no idea who it was! I answered they were fine, and then said goodbye. Later when we were all together, I mentioned I had called, and spoken to someone who asked for the kids. (This is where I put my foot in my mouth) I said, "Oh, she asked for my kids. Who was she, your sister in law?" My SIL responded, "No, my husband." I could have died. My face still turns beet red at this. Thankfully (for me, not them) they divorced, and I never have to see him again!