Listening to Patton Oswalt’s standup comedy on my iPod on the way back from Cincy yesterday, I first herd his bit about the Chipmunks Christmas song.
He said when he was a kid, he had the song on LP and he would slow the speed of the record player down. When he did so, the Chipmunk voices would sound like normal guys singing “Christmas, Christmas time is here…” and David, the human guy, would sound like the spawn of Satan: “AaALViIiiiNNNn!”
I fired up Audacity yesterday and slowed the song down by 50%. Here’s what it produced. Hilarous:
In the last 10 days I have vacationed in Las Vegas, turned 30, had my brand newish 2007 Civy backed into by a neighbor and most importantly, asked Tiffany to marry me.
It’s been quite a ride.
A Christmas morning brunch set the stage for the event as my grandma J and Tiffany’s Mom, step dad and brother all gathered at our house to open presents.
On Dec. 18 of this year, a dark metamorphosis will occur. Something that is inevitable. Something that must be survived once in a lifetime by every human on this planet. Something that drives some into hours if not days of depression. Something that results in some people blacking out.
That something is a 30th birthday. And this time it’s my turn.
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