We are up at the office this Saturday. I’m working on my curriculum and writing some blogs, while Stephen is working a recording project. A friend of ours is headed back home for a few months, and he wrote some songs for a girl he’s dating. Very sweet. Stephen helped him record them last weekend, and he’s mixing them now to have them ready on Monday.
This morning, he started mixing the guitar parts. It was pretty quiet, and I was wondering why this used to annoy me.
And then he got to the lyrics, where I hear this:
So we’re going to…
So we’re goi…
So we…
So…
…we’re going…
…to Adelaide…
So we’re going to…
After twenty minutes passes, I’m suddenly very aware of why this annoys me, and out comes my iPod shuffle. I prefer to hear the whole song, or at least the whole line.
The following conversation ensues:
K: “Oops. I left it on.”
S: “Is it dead?”
K: “No. …I really like having a shuffle. It’s pretty great.”
S: “It is great. There’s no screen to click the wrong place; the battery lasts forever. You can’t accidentally delete things. It just works. It’s perfect for you.”
K: “Hey–just ’cause I’m not a tech guru doesn’t mean I’m an oaf. I’m a book nerd but I don’t call you an oaf. You can still read.”
S: “I’m not calling you an oof, and I’m not sure you don’t call me a book oof.”
K: “A what?”
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