yes, this is the voice of doom calling
Dec. 14th, 2004 08:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theladyroseI was lonely and morose earlier but have since mysteriously perked up to a state of semi-hyperactivity, which is rather impressive considering that I have very little energy.
Totally random question: If houses in the future were like Hal in 2001: A Space Oddessey (sp?) except not murderous and crazy like Hal, whose voice/personality would you pick to "talk" for your computer house?
My parents and I were having an interesting debate during dinner about that because I was randomly doing my Macintosh computer voice imitation. I used to be able to do a wicked accurate impression, but I haven't tried that so much lately. I suppose that I really ought to find something more productive to do with my time. But to answer that question, I think I'd like either Peter Sellers (you'd get a range of accents, and he'd be incredibly funny) or Patrick McGoohan (I am not an obsessed fan girl...you're totally mistaken there...). My mother picked out Sean Connery and Cary Grant to rotate voices every so often. My father was too busy laughing at us to answer.
At the moment I think I've managed to figure out that the Quebecian Anarchist is not actually an anarchist after all (confused mixed French Canadian English-French political jabberings that are hard for an ignorant American like me to understand). It turns out that the person I mysteriously came across is actually one of Franck's best friends, Mathieu. Mathieu's English is only so-so, but I'm rather spoiled. And now I am being an info mine digger and hoping that Mathieu can understand my lame attempts at writing e-mails in French. I'm almost definitely visiting Montréal for a college visit to McGill in April, which will be incredibly froody if I can meet up with Franck then. I figure that most Americanskis (i.e. my parents) will confuse "college" (like junior and senior year of high school that's college prep) with actual university...
Sophie found a very squishy stuffed animal mouse in the library today. She christened it Leopold. The poor mouse is a hemophiliac, hypocondriac, borderline schizoid, lactose-intolerant, myopic, cataract-ridden, astigmatic, tail-less, amputated-below-the-waist creature with scurvy, not to mention that it is also quite obese. I happen to find that rather amusing at least.
Totally random question: If houses in the future were like Hal in 2001: A Space Oddessey (sp?) except not murderous and crazy like Hal, whose voice/personality would you pick to "talk" for your computer house?
My parents and I were having an interesting debate during dinner about that because I was randomly doing my Macintosh computer voice imitation. I used to be able to do a wicked accurate impression, but I haven't tried that so much lately. I suppose that I really ought to find something more productive to do with my time. But to answer that question, I think I'd like either Peter Sellers (you'd get a range of accents, and he'd be incredibly funny) or Patrick McGoohan (I am not an obsessed fan girl...you're totally mistaken there...). My mother picked out Sean Connery and Cary Grant to rotate voices every so often. My father was too busy laughing at us to answer.
At the moment I think I've managed to figure out that the Quebecian Anarchist is not actually an anarchist after all (confused mixed French Canadian English-French political jabberings that are hard for an ignorant American like me to understand). It turns out that the person I mysteriously came across is actually one of Franck's best friends, Mathieu. Mathieu's English is only so-so, but I'm rather spoiled. And now I am being an info mine digger and hoping that Mathieu can understand my lame attempts at writing e-mails in French. I'm almost definitely visiting Montréal for a college visit to McGill in April, which will be incredibly froody if I can meet up with Franck then. I figure that most Americanskis (i.e. my parents) will confuse "college" (like junior and senior year of high school that's college prep) with actual university...
Sophie found a very squishy stuffed animal mouse in the library today. She christened it Leopold. The poor mouse is a hemophiliac, hypocondriac, borderline schizoid, lactose-intolerant, myopic, cataract-ridden, astigmatic, tail-less, amputated-below-the-waist creature with scurvy, not to mention that it is also quite obese. I happen to find that rather amusing at least.
