Poetry coroner.

Nov 19, 2019 21:04

Actual poetry, not an actual coroner.

A thing that is hard work is pitching one's voice up into a femme, or at least androgynous range, so you are less likely to scare the horses or indeed be subject to long silences and/or intrusive questions when speaking on the telephone.

At the moment I'm sort-of there when I think about it. However, it's far too simple to drop into aspie-drone when banging on about bloody interfaces or bloody VMs or bloody yaml. Also it is snotty-throat season, which really does make a person want to give up and carry a set of signs that read 'Yes', 'No', 'One sugar, thanks!', and 'Oh do fuck off and shove yr tervery up yr arse.'

Also the clever fucks who say things like 'A new voice? And when will we hear that?'

Yeah. Thanks. I'll just crawl under this raised floor and die shall I?

Anyway. You've been subject to selfies. Now here's a MP3 via a complex route because FB is shit.

(Which is freaking me out just a little, which is only moderately daft because I had a day of speaking in public at Bristolcon.)

kefrens, british airfield, just a touch of 'flu

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