always rone tomorrow

My chin is cold.

There was definitely a "whoa who the hell is that" moment in the mirror once i got out of the shower, even though i trimmed everything down as closely as possible with scissors in front of a mirror.  My face sure isn't as thin as it used to be.  I take crappy photographs.  And my posed smiles are bone-chillingly fake-looking.

As ever, i'm not a trendsetter but a follower, as The Boy shaved his facial hair about a couple of weeks ago.

Now nobody will know i'm sambushell's evil twin.

always rone tomorrow

My chin is cold.

There was definitely a "whoa who the hell is that" moment in the mirror once i got out of the shower, even though i trimmed everything down as closely as possible with scissors in front of a mirror.  My face sure isn't as thin as it used to be.  I take crappy photographs.  And my posed smiles are bone-chillingly fake-looking.

As ever, i'm not a trendsetter but a follower, as The Boy shaved his facial hair about a couple of weeks ago.

Now nobody will know i'm sambushell's evil twin.

your masters' voices

2wanda needed to record a ten-minute conversation and transcribe it for one of her classes, down to every oral wart uttered.  She's always enjoyed listening to me and palecur chatter, so i suggested that she record us, which she did two Sundays ago (3.7 MB MP3).  It is, of course, immensely ironic now that my brother starts off asking me how things are at ProTrade.  I was surprised by how much more he knew about sports than i suspected.  I was also amused by how, well, funny i speak; besides the normal tongue-twister-type mistakes (i say "shelf" instead of "self" at one point), my vowels will occasionally wander towards the Spanish side, my diction becomes at times almost painfully crisp, and of course i think my voice just sounds strange and alien.  I tried mimicking how i think my recording sounded, and it sounded close enough to me, but Kim thought i was way off.

your masters' voices

2wanda needed to record a ten-minute conversation and transcribe it for one of her classes, down to every oral wart uttered.  She's always enjoyed listening to me and palecur chatter, so i suggested that she record us, which she did two Sundays ago (3.7 MB MP3).  It is, of course, immensely ironic now that my brother starts off asking me how things are at ProTrade.  I was surprised by how much more he knew about sports than i suspected.  I was also amused by how, well, funny i speak; besides the normal tongue-twister-type mistakes (i say "shelf" instead of "self" at one point), my vowels will occasionally wander towards the Spanish side, my diction becomes at times almost painfully crisp, and of course i think my voice just sounds strange and alien.  I tried mimicking how i think my recording sounded, and it sounded close enough to me, but Kim thought i was way off.