For some bizarre reason, I have a bit of a southern accent. Never mind that I grew up far, far away from the south; everyone in the small town I lived in has this same accent. I figure the town must've been populated by a clump of southerners at some point. Anyway, when I got to college, I got made fun of for my accent...a lot.
It turns out there is not "w" in dog (dawg), nor is there a "u" in roof (ruff) or in root beer (rut bir). I spent a LOT of time and energy sounding like a person living in the northwest, and I got laughed at during the difficult period of learning to say "root beer." It's seriously difficult! "Rut bir" is a billion times easier. And for the most part I succeed in sounding like other people talk. Although, whenever I'm back in town, I instantly and unconsiously revert to my accent (since everyone else is talking that way).
I was talking and thinking about my accent this week. And then I listened to some "They Might Be Giants." And as I was singing along badly loud with "Birdhouse in your soul," I realized my accent popped up on a few words. I suspect accents are much like rabies. Wait, no. Bad analogy. Rabies don't go dormant. Hmm. One of those things that are dormant and then pop up when you least expect it....like bear. Accents are like bear.
And it turns out singing (or even saying) the line "though I admire the lot / I'd be fired if that were my job" makes me sound like a southener. It turns out that there is no "A" in fired (farred) nor no "u" in were (wur). Dammit.
An Erinku:
finally: groceries!!!
Woo-hoo
for bannanannananas
and cabbage (not together, blech)
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