babble
Friday, September 20, 2002
I am continuously amused by the peculiarities in the speech patterns of NPR commentators. They boast a remarkable collection of suppressed accents, speech impediments, overenunciation, and "wet" voices. The wet-talkers, as I like to call them, are the ones that bother me the most. They sound like they're speaking while their mouth is nearly overflowing with saliva. I mean, the saliva is audible. One of the wet-talkers sounds as though he has a combination of mucous and spittle pooled in his throat that is on the verge of preventing him from speaking or breathing. Sometimes, while listening to him, I have to suppress my gag reflex, because the sound of his voice is so nauseating. I'm compelled to keep listening, though, because the frigging content of their news programming is so interesting. I mean, where else can you hear what it sounds like if you're schizophrenic and the re-creation of an Irish queen's march on your drive home from work?
There are no celebrity sightings this week. Well, I saw one of the guys from Beat the Geeks at an art show last night. I was too preoccupied with the entertainment to notice if there were any other local celebrities in attendance, though. Since I don't have any exciting tales of celebrity hijinks to regale you with, I'll leave you with this deep, philosophical comment from one of our greatest modern thinkers:
Interviewer: "Tell me Beavis, what is your raison d'être?"
Beavis: "Um.. hehehmmheh. It's in my pants."
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