The king has gone mad with power!
And by 'the king,' I actually mean 'me.' I now have a new digital voice recorder, for all those times I'm doing other stuff to sit down and write, but I'm thinking of things that ought to get written down. Except, by the time I do get around to writing it, time has dulled the memory, and my writing is further complicated by the fact that I cannot type at the speed of thought.
So now (hopefully) I will be able to capture those moments of brilliance in the shower, or while washing dishes, or while strangling children, cooking dinner, all of which provide me with tremendous amounts of inspiration.
My recorder has a fancy Voice Operated setting, which means that I just turn it on, hit record, and then talk at it whenever I feel the need to say something. It automatically pauses when it only detects silence, then picks up again with noise.
I have just spent the last half hour or so using funny voices to test out my recorder. Fortunately, I have deleted all my test recordings, because, wow, the potential for blackmail here is profound. I can sound like I real idjit when I wanna. Also, when I don't wanna; my cadence is interesting, apparently I slip into sing-song more often than I realize.
In other fun news, dirkcjelli hugged me before he left. Hugged. Me. Voluntarily, even. Clearly, I know how to bribe him: Tom Stoppard and Russian philosophers am special. I mean, clearly.
Oh, and a very happy birthday to hillaryu2!!
So now (hopefully) I will be able to capture those moments of brilliance in the shower, or while washing dishes, or while strangling children, cooking dinner, all of which provide me with tremendous amounts of inspiration.
My recorder has a fancy Voice Operated setting, which means that I just turn it on, hit record, and then talk at it whenever I feel the need to say something. It automatically pauses when it only detects silence, then picks up again with noise.
I have just spent the last half hour or so using funny voices to test out my recorder. Fortunately, I have deleted all my test recordings, because, wow, the potential for blackmail here is profound. I can sound like I real idjit when I wanna. Also, when I don't wanna; my cadence is interesting, apparently I slip into sing-song more often than I realize.
In other fun news, dirkcjelli hugged me before he left. Hugged. Me. Voluntarily, even. Clearly, I know how to bribe him: Tom Stoppard and Russian philosophers am special. I mean, clearly.
Oh, and a very happy birthday to hillaryu2!!