Slacker bumness

I’ve been feeling like crap this week, and am using that as an excuse to work less and sleep more. Some would be proud. I just want another nap, preferably uninterrupted.

On my way to lunch yesterday, I ran into Texas-D. Texas-D is a very nice, very charming sophomore who’s involved quite heavily with the Film Club (as are newspaper-Bob and several others on the newspaper staff). So he stops me and randomly asks me to say, “Guys, you know I’m a chick, right?” I do so, and he begs me to pretty please go to the library later that day to record a quick line for him. He emphasized it would be just one line.

Now, despite the fact that me and microphones don’t get along so well, if Texas-D asked me (with a smile) to “pretty please” slit my wrists with a butter knife, I’d most likely step on someone’s toes and ‘bow folks in the face in my hurry to get to the cafeteria to get a knife to do so.

What can I say? He’s a friendly guy, and I’m a sucker for the friendly ones.

At any rate, the Film Club is apparently doing (I hope this isn’t a secret) a Red vs. Blue skit to open and close their feature presentation this year. They needed a voice to do Tex, and apparently I can do ditzy-sarcastic well.

So I took a break from my two-at-once group meetings last night. My FMitAC team was in a study room twenty feet from my Operating Systems team. Due date for the OS project is today at midnight, but the other project is rather large in scope and is due in just two weeks.

Yeah, by midnight (after about 4 hours of that mess), I was about fried. Six hours of sleep almost felt like bliss.

Anyway, I went down to the library at the appointed time and found myself in the recording room with Texas-D and way too big a microphone.

My line? “I dunno, that guy with the cowboy hat seemed kinda hot.” Not so difficult a line, given my opinion of men in cowboy hats. A little more difficult when he asked me to look him the eye (since it was his character I was supposedly talking about) and say the line (so as to avoid staring at the behemoth entity that was the microphone).

So I struggled with the microphone and recording. “Get closer.” “Speak louder. Why are you so quiet?!” “Speak slower.” “More lilt.” “Follow this rhythm. [insert rhythm imitation] More questioning sounding.” “Sound more ditzy, but talk slower and lower.”

I was probably only there for twenty minutes, but I don’t think I’ve blushed so hard in a long time (embarrassment causes embarrassment, and all that). But I did it. Run my line through the, um, “high pass filters” or something to make it sound all Red-vs-Blue-y (or basically walkie-talkie-esque, for those not up on the awesomeness that is Red vs. Blue), and there are two takes that sound enough like Tex to be usable. He seemed extraordinarily pleased, but it may have been the simple fact that he was sick of prompting me to speak.

So I did my civic duty to help the Film Club complete its movie so I can take a night off later in the term to see the premiere. And I didn’t do schoolwork for a small chunk of my evening.

But now I must get ready for my regularly scheduled nap class, which will commence in eight too-brief minutes.