might be one of my most favorite songs of all time.
I miss my sister.
I also miss having a clue.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
I
made the ringtone on my phone myself. See what I did was, I recorded the intro of this Modest Mouse song on the voice record option (yes, very 7th grade, I know) and then I made it into a ringtone. Easy as pie.
So now, whenever I get a call, a text message, or my phone alarm goes off, it all occurs to the wail of Isaac Brock's weirdly soothing voice yelling about how he's got pejoratives and the groom's rice and all that good stuff.
Sadly, this made me very happy. Actually, it made me so happy that every time someone called me, I let the ringer go off for quite a while. It was pretty amusing, and it was way better than my first homemade ringtone attempt, which was a voice record of MY VOICE quoting "I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby," in an acerbic tone a la Julia Stiles.
Why do I find this important enough to blog about? Well, perhaps it's because I (like many other half-Americans, or even many other people inhabiting this incredibly confusing sphere we call earth) am prone to escapism, especially during the summer months. I will argue that it is most definitely not a cause of boredom, as boredom would involve other things, like facebook. Which, honestly, must be terminated. That thing is the bane of my existence. I really don't care how many arguments or pros anyone can give me for it, it's gotta get lost.
If we're being honestly honest, I would admit, however, that my escapist tendencies make me a perfect candidate for Harry Potter fanaticism. When I write fanaticism, it is with the utmost affection, the likes of which I'm sure Madame Rowling can comprehend is unequivocally unlike the traditional branding of fanaticism (say, for example, justin bieber lovers or whatever).
No, this affection is much more deeply rooted and real. A true understanding of the melding and intricacies of her prose, of her imagination, of the emotional veracity within her characters. Oh yes, this is something great. Something Stephen King would call brilliant and way better than Twilight (I paraphrase here). But I digress. Basically what I'm getting at is, if I had one wish in the world, it'd probably be that the wizarding world of Harry Potter were real and that I were a witch. Oh and that everyone in my family and friends were also part of this wizarding world.
Is that too much to ask for? If Michael Bay can actually get people to watch his puerile garbage, then I should get my wish.
This is America, after all.
Well, almost.
So now, whenever I get a call, a text message, or my phone alarm goes off, it all occurs to the wail of Isaac Brock's weirdly soothing voice yelling about how he's got pejoratives and the groom's rice and all that good stuff.
Sadly, this made me very happy. Actually, it made me so happy that every time someone called me, I let the ringer go off for quite a while. It was pretty amusing, and it was way better than my first homemade ringtone attempt, which was a voice record of MY VOICE quoting "I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby," in an acerbic tone a la Julia Stiles.
Why do I find this important enough to blog about? Well, perhaps it's because I (like many other half-Americans, or even many other people inhabiting this incredibly confusing sphere we call earth) am prone to escapism, especially during the summer months. I will argue that it is most definitely not a cause of boredom, as boredom would involve other things, like facebook. Which, honestly, must be terminated. That thing is the bane of my existence. I really don't care how many arguments or pros anyone can give me for it, it's gotta get lost.
If we're being honestly honest, I would admit, however, that my escapist tendencies make me a perfect candidate for Harry Potter fanaticism. When I write fanaticism, it is with the utmost affection, the likes of which I'm sure Madame Rowling can comprehend is unequivocally unlike the traditional branding of fanaticism (say, for example, justin bieber lovers or whatever).
No, this affection is much more deeply rooted and real. A true understanding of the melding and intricacies of her prose, of her imagination, of the emotional veracity within her characters. Oh yes, this is something great. Something Stephen King would call brilliant and way better than Twilight (I paraphrase here). But I digress. Basically what I'm getting at is, if I had one wish in the world, it'd probably be that the wizarding world of Harry Potter were real and that I were a witch. Oh and that everyone in my family and friends were also part of this wizarding world.
Is that too much to ask for? If Michael Bay can actually get people to watch his puerile garbage, then I should get my wish.
This is America, after all.
Well, almost.
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