I signed up for Blogspot's audioblogging thingy today. Unfortunately, the phone number to upload entries is overwhelmed, so I don't know if I'll ever actually post any audio. It's like calling in to save Larry the Lobster back in the day - just silence and then a rapid busy signal.
I have this vision of lonely hormonal kids in Singapore, making outrageously expensive long distance calls to the 661 area code (where is that, anyway), pouring out their hearts and souls to the Internet. Either that, or a ton of really bad singer/songwriter wannabes are using audioblog as a cheap recording studio. Right now, someone is probably sitting in a tiny bathroom in Brooklyn, singing an angsty song about his ex-girlfriend, his failed comic book concept and the anime babes who keep him company on solitary Cartoon Network evenings in the big city. (And the roaches applaud wildly!)
Coming soonish! (Maybe!) A voice to go with the astigmatic eyes!
I'm missing Hit Me Baby One More Time. Must run! If I miss Wang Chung, I'll be devastated. Kinda. Sorta.
Oh, and many bonus points if you remember dear old Larry the Lobster. Good god, that was a lifetime ago...