Voices in My Head

Yes, it's true. I have voices in my head. MANY of them, in fact. I'm not talking about the random snark fest that occurs when the Round Table appears, nor the stream of consciousness that constantly rattles in the undercurrent around here. Nope.


See, the voices in my head belong to you. All of you. I am not joking.


Let me try to explain, here. When I read your blog, I hear you talking. Let me guess. You're contacting Mental Health and Welfare right now, aren't you? This girl I know on line can hear me talking when she reads my blog!


Good luck with that one.


Ok, let me try to explain another way. When I begin reading a "new" (new to me) blog, the slate is clean. I hear nothing. As I read and 'get to know' a person, an audible "voice" begins running through my head as I read. It's almost as though you are in the room with me, reading the post to me.


Sometimes, however, I don't hear a voice at all. I see a picture of the person in my head instead. The picture is sometimes a completely 'real' person; the picture is sometimes a cartoon.


Either way, the picture and voice aren't always 'right' with reality. In fact, this is the case more often than not. Don't believe me? Take a gander at the most 'prevalent' voices currently wandering around in my noggin:


First, for example, there's Rich. Up until he posted his first audio blog, I heard Rich Vos when I read Championable. I can't really explain why, unless you throw in 'sometimes angry New Yorker'. In reality, Our Rich has a much gentler voice. He's also much, much better looking.


Then, of course, there's Tracy Lynn. I can see and hear her. Oddly, the voice and picture do not match at all. I see Danae from Non Sequitur; I hear Cheese from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends.


Then there's Tiff. I can hear Tiff's actual voice when I read her, since I know her in real life. I don't know if that counts or not, but it's true. If it helps, you could always imagine being read to by a hybrid of Deborah Kerr and Diane Keaton.


Oddly, Shari sounds a lot like Tiff.


When I read Wordnerd, I hear Emma Thompson and Salma Hayek. Together. I know. I can't really explain it.


Trinamick, whom I miss deeply, is definitely Mandy from Grim Adventures. Period.


Eric the Biker is my Shel Silverstein. My angry, cursing, vegetarian Shel Silverstein.


Evil Twins Wife is absolutely Wynona Ryder. Minus the shoplifting, of course.



Rick Leonard has the voice of my favorite college professor...and The Grateful Dead. I'm not sure why.


When I read Belle of the Blog, I hear Kat of LA, Ink. All growed up with sweet babies.


I will leave it at that for now. If you are not on this list, you will be. I'm just listening for your voice.