It's coming out of my fingers in my usual voice, I think, but in my head it's Pippin, or Billy Boyd at least, which makes it difficult to think really deep things. When your brain is talking like Pippin. Because Jason and I are now BOTH sick, so we were like "What completely lazy thing can we do today?" so we decided to watch Lord of the Rings-- well the beginning and end anyway as his sister borrowed "The Two Towers" and still has it-- and because we could, knowing the real dialogue quite well enough, we put the cast commentaries on, and anyway now I have Pippin's Scottish accent stuck in my head. I really like Scottish accents though and wish I had one. Did a pretty good job with one, I think though, when I read "The Wee Free Men" out loud to my brother last summer (there's one for the Discworld community folks. I did though, it was totally fun, and Danny was rolling on the floor laughing at some points).
Anyway, my brain speaks in so many funny accents anyway it's a wonder ANYTHING sensible comes out my fingers.
Shall we debate if anything sensible comes out anyway?
Anyway, my brain speaks in so many funny accents anyway it's a wonder ANYTHING sensible comes out my fingers.
Shall we debate if anything sensible comes out anyway?