Seriously. My vocal inflections are your vocal inflections. I've never met anyone else who does that.

I switch depending on where I'm at without realizing it. Although, when I first spoke to Amy on the phone, she said I had a slight southern accent which surprised me, since I don't hear it.

I've never met anyone else who does that.

Oh, yeah, constantly. The funniest is when I go from southern to little old yiddish lady in a matter of seconds.

Oh, yeah, constantly. The funniest is when I go from southern to little old yiddish lady in a matter of seconds.

My TWIN! Hee!

I think maybe it has to do with liking words. I spent a night drinking with a bunch of Irish guys once and my accent was muy fucked up by 3 am. Kinda CeltoCornponetastic.

But vomiting in a gutter is COMPLETELY accentless!

But vomiting in a gutter is COMPLETELY accentless!

"Ach, lassie, you spew like a Sassenach!"

It was more like "Aye, that's DISGOOSTIN! Here, have a hand, and can we be gettin you a taxi?"

I think maybe it has to do with liking words.

Very much this. Vast gobs of language are tragically underused. I consider it my duty to use as many different words as possible each day. That's what they are there for gorramit!

Okay, that's not actually a word, but it makes my point.

Oh, sweet Jesus, Kristin, that was hilarious.

Bonnie - man, that's sad about the lady. Well done you.

Thanks Fay. At least 4 other people in my sight line had walked by her before I stopped.

Since I don't have a cell phone, I called out a youngish guy in a business suit walking his dog. He attempted to debate me about whether or not a woman curled up on the ground in near freezing temperatures qualifed for a 911 call.

I am not ashamed to say, I shamed him mightily. Then he waited around to swoop in when the cops came and claim credit for making the call because 'they would want to now what cell phone it came from.'

I'm sad for him too.

I think maybe it has to do with liking words. I spent a night drinking with a bunch of Irish guys once and my accent was muy fucked up by 3 am.

As a high school senior, I received a college scholarship from a foundation that included, as part of the scholarship, a trip to Washington, DC, to see government work (or not work). About 30 seniors from all over the country received the same scholarship, so I spent 5 days with people from Maine, Wisconsin, Texas, Alaska -- all over.

When I called home after 3 days, my mom said "What accent IS that? You sound like a hillbilly who crawled through a gutter in Boston and came out in Texas!"

All true. I could never replicate it now, but it was the easiest thing in the world then.