Direct mp3 download or play: My Eviction – Text To Speech Play
This is something I made quickly, so it’s a bit sloppy. I do have an (unreasonable) fear this could actually happen to me since I live alone (do not go to doctors) and likely will do so for the rest of my life. Seattle has become the hottest housing market in the country and I have a feeling people have their eyes on this house. There are lot’s of wealthy bright young newcomers that can’t wait for the inevitable. It could be sooner rather than later, but I do seem to be inspired about my blog, at least for the moment. Twin Peaks is helping, too.
Some of this audio could end up on a Negativland release, but everyone I know is very, very quiet right now, maybe thinking about North Korea.
My Eviction – Text To Speech Play
Posted on September 7th, 2017
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8 users commented on " My Eviction – Text To Speech Play "
Follow-up comment rss or Leave a TrackbackI found. This post. To be. Quite. Entertaining. On a scale of. One. To ten. I would give it. A most assured. Ten. 🙂
On a more serious note – while I am (hopefully) still a ways away from it, the bee in my bonnett lately, of a slightly similar nature, has been the concept (and reality) of the “cost” of death. I am making it my goal to not have my death – and disbursement of whatever I happen to own at that point – cost anybody, anywhere, a single cent. The very idea of it makes my head explode. Steamin’ mad at death, you might say….
You’re right, and if you or anyone else spent some time with me in this house you’d all see how lazy, obsessive – compulsive, and spoiled I’ve become. I know any guests I’ve had over the last year can see that I am a strange individual, to say the least. I know that wore heavily on Richard, especially when his health started failing and wish I could be more responsible. At least I’m getting better at doing this blog and purchasing my groceries from Amazon Fresh. I do not own a vehicle.
I’m beginning to wonder if you and I a starting to sound like my mother and my grandmother!
Ha! We could probably work up a routine along those lines using quotes of theirs from all the tapes.
I don’t drive either, and never have, if that makes you feel any better. 🙂
Yes it does and for me there’s a chance Facebook may be history along with all the “happy people” that “seem” to want to know me or be my “friend”. It’s upsetting and sad to see these people appearing to be living idyllic
lives that I missed. I’m too old and unattractive to a part of that lifestyle. I do, on the other hand, feel good about my blog here.
I hope some of those “happy Facebook and Twitter” people come over here to my blog where things are more calm.
more peaceful, but I won’t count on it.
I hope my ranting isn’t driving anyone away, but Facebook is disappointing, so far.
Facebook is very disappointing. You’re correct. Unfortunately, my replies here seem to be blocked already, unless it was just a fluke with the other blog post.
Yes, it was. haha
I can’t really describe the existential dread this makes me feel. I lived in Seattle a little over a decade ago, in the Maple Leaf district. Apart from going to work, I never wanted to leave my house. Every attempt at social interaction left me cold, and constantly afraid that I’d go Over The Edge and let everyone know just how much of a hot mess I truly am.
But then one day I found a weird looking cassette tape at the Value Village in Lake City. It had a drawing of some guy’s face on the cover, and was called “The Weatherman’s Dumb Stupid Come-Out Line” (they also had the Pastor Dick tape, too). I bought ’em, and listened to them and was dumbfounded. I grew up in Shelton, WA. Also known as Sheltered, WA. Hearing those tapes, and the subsequent Negativland releases (especially the “Willsaphone Stupid Show”) was so damned relieving. I used to record myself, and my friends, and my cats, and my refrigerator hum, etc. on tape. It was just great, knowing that I wasn’t alone. Listening to those tapes, and later, CDs, brought me comfort while feeling alone in that big impersonal Emerald City. Thank you for that.
I’m just waiting for the whole state of California under a certain income level to receive this happy warning. Weeeeee! (?)