Entries in the Surreal Olympics.
So yesterday I was walking to the BART, as I so often do, and I was singing as I walked, as I, again, so often do. The song in question was 'Charity', which I only recently finished and posted -- there's an odd spot in the chorus where it can go either up or down, and I was trying to nail down which I wanted to be the melody line, since they sound pretty much equally good. (I'm probably using the down as my melody, and leaving the up for harmony. But I digress.)
I'd just reached the center set of verses when a lady I'd never seen before pulled up next to me, and said "Excuse me?"
I stopped singing. "Yes?"
Now, there are some fairly standard things people say to me at times like these. 'You have a beautiful voice' is one; 'How do I get to the Moscone Center?' is one. Heck, 'Is that a song about Humboldt's parrot?' is one, because the world is weird. This lady came up with a new one. To whit:
"You either are Seanan, or know where she is."
...okay, that's new.
We had a nice chat about my blog (she likes it), the song (she likes it), and my books (she's looking forward to them). She was also cheerfully smug about the fact that now she's heard 'Charity,' and no one else has.
I am amused.
I'd just reached the center set of verses when a lady I'd never seen before pulled up next to me, and said "Excuse me?"
I stopped singing. "Yes?"
Now, there are some fairly standard things people say to me at times like these. 'You have a beautiful voice' is one; 'How do I get to the Moscone Center?' is one. Heck, 'Is that a song about Humboldt's parrot?' is one, because the world is weird. This lady came up with a new one. To whit:
"You either are Seanan, or know where she is."
...okay, that's new.
We had a nice chat about my blog (she likes it), the song (she likes it), and my books (she's looking forward to them). She was also cheerfully smug about the fact that now she's heard 'Charity,' and no one else has.
I am amused.