For me, it’s better to hear, than see.

In general, I prefer to hear my voice, as opposed to seeing myself as a whole.  I haven’t seen myself recorded very often, owing to a lack of opportunity and recordable events in my life, and the few times I have, they were from childhood.  For various reasons, I was an unhappy child, and I didn’t have a high opinion of myself at the time.  This has somehow translated into being embarrassed at all things me-as-a-child-related.  I still get twinges of embarrassment when I think of stuff I did/said as a child, even though the rational part of my brain informs me clearly that they were out of innocence, or a desire to fit in, which is its own form of innocence, but my emotional self still feels nearly as ashamed as when the incident was fresh.

Moving on to less dour thoughts, I’m rather proud of my voice.  In its natural form, I sound remarkably like Seth Rogen (according to many, many sources), but I can do a lot with it.  I can do a lot of different accents, with varying degrees of accuracy, and I can also pitch my voice in a number of different ways.  I’m actually rather interested in becoming a voice actor, but I’m not quite sure how to do it. 

I’m reading the Dragonlance Chronicles to my daughter this summer, one chapter a night, and it’s straining my vocal range.  There are eight people in the core party of protagonists, and they meet lots of folk of a number of different races (think Tolkien races, not different flavors of human).  I try to make everyone’s voice unique, so it leads to some odd choices.  I’ve had Australian centaurs, Throaty-voiced unicorns and (this seemed oddest to me) Pegasi from Kentucky.  Another odd effect of this is the mixing of accents.  There’s a dwarf in the party, and in true nerd fashion, I’ve made him Scottish.  There’s also a barbarian, who I’ve given a Russian accent, and if the two converse for too long, I end up giving them both the same Scotch-Russian accent, which is not something I can summon on purpose. 

Despite my linguistic troubles, my daughter looks forward to our nightly chapter with great relish, and often wants to talk about the events of the story and do some light character analysis.  It’s super awesome for me to see her do these things.


It’s like a mood ring, but on canvas!

If you painted my mood on canvas, it would look like this:

A three ring circus, with me, bedecked in Bowler and Vest, playing The Entire Audience.  In the left ring, My Interests!  Video games, cooking, writing, and reading!  In the right ring, Household Things!  Dishes, wood cutting (we heat with wood, and live in the forest, so I do a lumberjack impression for half the year), laundry and cleaning!  In the center ring, Family!  My beautiful fiancee (ladydarnton, to you), my daughter and my menagerie of Beasts (Two cats, a poodle, a Black Lab and a Great Dane).  Each of these rings are competing loudly for the audience’s attention, and variously winning and losing.  Over all this looms a Great Monster, labeled “Bad Thoughts,” which occasionally pounces on the audience, absorbing all the attention.


This is a response to today’s Daily Prompt.