audio post
Nov. 1st, 2003 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Okay, I caved.
audio post powered by audblog
That is me, saying:
"Hi. This is Annie, from Melbourne, Australia. I refuse to read anything smutty over an international phone line, so instead, you're going to get a harmless drabble featuring Clark as a little kid. I'm timid that way. It's one of my more endearing qualities.
***
Clark liked snails. He liked their delicate shells and slow, sleepy movements. They were quiet and shy, trying to hide when he touched them. He liked their silvery trails left on the ground.
It was Clark's job to look after the snails.
If he saw snails in the garden, he'd pick them up carefully, and carry them out to the field, where they should be. Every time he put them down, he'd remind them why they weren't allowed to eat Mom's flowers, and tell them that it didn't matter if other people liked cows or chickens, because they were his favourite."
I sound a little breathless. Trust me, it's just caused by a slight fear of what that was costing me. International phone calls are not good for my budget. Let's all just pray for my phone bill, okay? (Well, I won't get it for about a month, or at least a fortnight, so I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. *g*)
ETA: Hmmm... just listened to it. I'd swear I don't sound like that inside my own head. *sniggers* Oh, and Wendi, normally I talk a bit faster than that, but it's a natural instinct (honed by years of Mum reminding me) to slow down when reading something aloud.
ETA the second: I'm almost convinced that
deadspiders is my sartorial soulmate. I need more people who are perfectly happy to sound like a grumpy granny when describing today's fashions. *hugs
deadspiders*

That is me, saying:
"Hi. This is Annie, from Melbourne, Australia. I refuse to read anything smutty over an international phone line, so instead, you're going to get a harmless drabble featuring Clark as a little kid. I'm timid that way. It's one of my more endearing qualities.
***
Clark liked snails. He liked their delicate shells and slow, sleepy movements. They were quiet and shy, trying to hide when he touched them. He liked their silvery trails left on the ground.
It was Clark's job to look after the snails.
If he saw snails in the garden, he'd pick them up carefully, and carry them out to the field, where they should be. Every time he put them down, he'd remind them why they weren't allowed to eat Mom's flowers, and tell them that it didn't matter if other people liked cows or chickens, because they were his favourite."
I sound a little breathless. Trust me, it's just caused by a slight fear of what that was costing me. International phone calls are not good for my budget. Let's all just pray for my phone bill, okay? (Well, I won't get it for about a month, or at least a fortnight, so I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. *g*)
ETA: Hmmm... just listened to it. I'd swear I don't sound like that inside my own head. *sniggers* Oh, and Wendi, normally I talk a bit faster than that, but it's a natural instinct (honed by years of Mum reminding me) to slow down when reading something aloud.
ETA the second: I'm almost convinced that
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 05:23 am (UTC):P "Everyone, come live inside my skull! I'm different in there, honest!" ;)
I'm trying to download the audblod, but my RealPlayer is being a whiny mid-ninties rocker and not cooperating. I shall persevere! (*'Braveheart' face*)
I need more people who are perfectly happy to sound like a grumpy granny when describing today's fashions. *hugs deadspiders*
(*hugs you too*) :D There should be a support network for people like us. Old beyond our years; young enough to wear hipsters without doing so. Prematurly fogey-ish. :P
no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 05:31 am (UTC)"There's a party in my eye socket and everyone's invited!"
I tried to resist quoting that, I really did, but I was helpless in the face of Xander quotage.
Seriously, though, you know the way you sound different on a phone recording than you do when you hear your voice? It's that. I know that the reason according to physics is that I hear my voice through both soundwave vibrations in the air, and the vibrations travelling up my jawbone (hence I sounds deeper/softer to me), but it's still just a little odd when you hear yourself.
You *know* it's you, and it's how other people hear you, but it's just... strange, as well.
I'm trying to download the audblod, but my RealPlayer is being a whiny mid-ninties rocker and not cooperating.
Well, use some of that late eighties harsh selfishness, and just bitchslap it into working. Or, alternatively, you could talk to it and ask why it feels the need to act out like this, and has it thought about it's parents lately?
Old beyond our years; young enough to wear hipsters without doing so. Prematurly fogey-ish.
Heh. Of course, it also needs to include the ability to sit around watching kids cartoons (*cough*Disney*cough*) and still be thoroughly entertained.
We're just skipping the boring, trendy life ages. *g*
no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 05:47 am (UTC)It's like The Simpsons - there really is a Buffy quote for every occasion. Don't fight it. :D
it's still just a little odd when you hear yourself.
Oh, I know. I hate listening to answering machine messages I've recorded or something. It's weird. And you were, if you think about it, listening to something you'd said in Australia that had been sent to America, transferred into a computer and relayed back to Australia via the Internet. That's bound to warp something. ;P
Of course, it also needs to include the ability to sit around watching kids cartoons (*cough*Disney*cough*) and still be thoroughly entertained.
Naturally. We cannot live by daytime TV alone. Even Passions gets tiresome after fourteen hours. ;D
Now, I'm off to get late-80s on my RealPlayer's ass. (*macho face*)
no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 05:53 am (UTC)Hee! It hasn't, really. I can recognise it as phone-message-Annie, it's just... odd. Like looking into a mirror, or looking at photos. You know that's you, you know that's how other's see you, but if you don't look into mirrors frequently (I do, these days), it gives you that moment of trying to reconcile your mental image of yourself, with what everyone else sees.
Now, I'm off to get late-80s on my RealPlayer's ass.
Oooh. *stands back in awe*
no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 06:11 am (UTC)RealPlayer moved to Emo phase - disconnected, unresponsive moping. I will whittle his spirit down yet!
no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 06:23 am (UTC)Go you! go you! Go, go, go you! *cheers*
no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 06:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 06:37 am (UTC)Go download the song from
no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 06:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 06:53 am (UTC)It's a great description of S1 Lana, sitting around in graveyards, talking to dead parents, stalked by the MFotW. I think it would work well for a vid, but I've never vidded, and I'm far too lazy to start now.
no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 06:41 am (UTC)It is a shock though, hearing yourself. I sound totally wrong on mine - I swear I sound like an adult in person, not a ten year old!
Just don't mention the phone bill!! I refuse to consider it.
no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 06:44 am (UTC)Just don't mention the phone bill!! I refuse to consider it.
*pokes Signe* Yeah, well, I'm blaming it on you. See, I wasn't going to do it, then you did, and I figured, if you're doing it from the UK, then it can be done. All in all, so much fun to hear friends. It's strange, but you almost forget how much you pick up from the sound of people's voices.
no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 07:44 am (UTC)Hee!! It's funny, to me, you sounded grown-up and rather professional, especially in comparison with me. And it's nice, because now I can listen to you reading your emails to me, instead of hearing them in my own voice.
Yeah, well, I'm blaming it on you. See, I wasn't going to do it, then you did, and I figured, if you're doing it from the UK, then it can be done.
I didn't expect it to work - I wasn't even sure if I had the last four numbers in the phone number right, as we don't use words instead of numbers here. I was actually really surprised when I found the post had gone through. As for the cost, unless it was a premium number (which I forgot to check), it shouldn't have been too much. I have a phone contract that allows me to phone the USA for 12p a minute (think that's about AUS$0.30, but I might be wildly out)
no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 07:51 am (UTC)I just... don't call overseas. Hence, I have absolutely no idea of the cost. Even so, I couldn't have been on longer than 4 minutes, at the max, so it won't be enough to break the bank.
no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 11:08 am (UTC)I'm totally digging this audio craze... everyone sounds nothing like what I expected, and yet so cool! *g*
I might actually be bouncing around a little right now!
no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 04:46 pm (UTC)Hee! Thanks! Mine's an odd combination of the Canberra accent and the Melbourne accent, mixed in with british heritage. All the same, good to know I sound cute! *bg*
I'm totally digging this audio craze... everyone sounds nothing like what I expected, and yet so cool! *g*
I know. Although, it's also giving me such an urge to be able to visit. Damnit, I want to hear these cool accents in real life. (Yeah, affording Audblog is stretching the budget, so that overseas trip is going to happen any second now... *snerk*)
no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 11:09 am (UTC)I love accents. No, really, I do. A perfectly ugly person can open their mouth and speak in an accent and I start crushing. But don't be afraid, Annie! *g*
You read about the snails!!!!
I've loved this forever but hearing it read again makes me think of Wob and her fascination with the snails that use our sidewalk outside as a superhighway to commute from hedges to lush undergrowth. "See the N-N-NAILS!!!! Apparently the S at the beginning is useless to her.
Anyway, this was too cute! Thank you for playing along!
no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 04:42 pm (UTC)*nods* Oh yeah. A good voice just *does* things to me. Take Jeremy Irons, for example. It's not that he's unattractive, but the second he speaks I just turn to mush.
That's one of the piece of advice from my granddad that I agree with. When you fall in love, you have to like the person's voice. Everything else changes over time, but the voice remains.
But don't be afraid, Annie! *g*
Well, I'll try not to be disappointed either. *pouts*
"See the N-N-NAILS!!!! Apparently the S at the beginning is useless to her.
Aw, how adorable. I choose it because I like that piece, and if the thought of the phone bill made me feel naughty and a little short of breath (I mean, it's not as if Mum's about to wake up and tell me off for making an international call, the adrenaline's purely caused by my own mind), trying to read something vaguely smutty would probably just end up with my wibbling on the end of phone line, sounding like a total moron.
Which I'm not, just for the record. *g*
no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 03:36 pm (UTC)What story are you reading? -- It's lovely!
no subject
Date: 2003-11-01 04:32 pm (UTC)What story are you reading? -- It's lovely!
Thanks. *g* It's one of the Wednesday 100 (SV) drabbles I wrote ages ago, but it's very tame to read over the phone line.
no subject
Date: 2003-11-02 02:15 am (UTC)No smut?!?!? No fun...
no subject
Date: 2003-11-02 03:24 pm (UTC)