google voice after three days
This one time, a few years ago when I was meeting my friends at Lake Calhoun for what we call Gay Day (it really is a very happy day in the beginning of spring, so it’s appropriately named), I wrote a song and it goes like this:
Homos. In the sexual park.
That’s all I wrote. It has it’s own melody. It’s just not ready to be recorded yet. Mainly because those five words are as far as I’ve gotten. I’m calling it a creative roadblock.
I got my Google Voice number set up a few days ago, so I had The General call and leave a message to see how it all worked. It seem only appropriate that The General decide to sing my song (which I should totally get copyrighted now that I’ve published it on the internet) into my new Google Voice thing. And, let me tell you, friends, Google Voice has some trouble understanding “homos in the sexual park” when it transcribes it in a voicemail or email.
When sang, “homos in the sexual park” is translated into:
homeowners and a sexual will palmer
When spoken very clearly, it’s translated into:
loans in the sexual Park
Another one of my favorites so far has been a voicemail I received from Maia, the Pet Project Rescue Czar. “Hey, Wendy, it’s Maia” was turned into:
Hey Wendy, It’s my ass
My ass. Keep working, Google, because I’m in love with it already!




