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Sidebar (or perhaps frontbar or topbar): I wasn't intending my last post to be a pity-party, but I'm aware that's how it came out. I wasn't looking for affirmation (or for a Made of Fail listener to compare my voice to Joss Whedon's, in an obvious bid for favor [which totally worked by the way]), but thank you, all of you, for the replies.

(No, Dayna, I'm not going to take medication for a speech impediment that I mostly have control over, but thank you for the thought.)

Taking Rene's advice, I spent a couple days doing nothing but relaxing, and that seemed to work out fairly well. I know that the stutter is only at its worst when I'm stressed, anxious, or excited about something, but we all know that knowing something logically and applying it at the time are two seperate things. Unless it's the case of my first and only panic attack, which went undocumented but took place after The False Carbon Monoxide Scare of '09. (Basically, after the fact but before I wrote that post, on my drive to work that morning I had a panic attack. I was squirming around in my seat trying to get comfortable and trying to breathe, but I kept driving normally and even during the entire episode I was thinking, "Fascinating. So this is what Dayna goes through all the time. This is really quite interesting from a scientific standpoint." I AM NOT KIDDING. I even called Dayna later on that day to confirm that I actually did have a panic attack. Apparently I am Spock in times of physical distress.)

Even so, I may eventually take some vocal coaching for it - especially if I follow through on The Great Job Hunt Of My Time. Yes, I'm still looking into schools of broadcasting, to the point where I'm actually downloading financial aid applications and similar resources. What'll make things easier is that Made of Fail has given me a ready-made amateur portfolio, which will show recruiters what I've been able to teach myself with absolutely no professional education whatsoever. What will make it harder, of course, is a series of unfortunate...shall we say educational indiscretions that I made in my high school and limited undergraduate college years. Jillian knows what I'm talking about. (Man, if I knew then what I know now...well, I'd probably have still been lazy, but I would have felt a lot guiltier about it at the time.)

Seriously, though, how cool would it be to have Made of Fail be a morning show, weekdays at 6-10, check your local listings?


EDIT:
An applicant admitted to the diploma program must be a hight school graduate or have GED certification. Each applicant must successfully pass a live audition, and recieves a written evaluation that measures the applicant's vocal skills relative to articulation, breathing, reading skills, and voice quality and strength. Each skill is evaluated on a scale of 1 to 10, and the applicant must achieve an average of 7 to be admitted to the training program.

I CAN DO THIS.


SON OF EDIT: Okay, guys, the morning-timeslot thing was just an example IT IS NOT THE POINT.
alliancesjr: (Han Worried)
My stutter is back.

A lot of people have asked me what I'm talking about. They hadn't noticed my stutter before, they didn't know what I was referring to, etc. For them, and the rest of you, I should probably explain.

I used to stutter. A lot. I don't know when it started but it lasted all the way through high school and probably a little bit past it. This was a case of "brain working faster than the mouth"1, as many stutters are, and not in fact a side-effect from living in Derry.

The stutter itself is less of a difficulty in pronouncing words (though a little bit of that is evident if you really look) than it is more a difficulty in choosing words themselves. Listeners of the podcast will notice in some episodes I have trouble actually speaking, even when reading off a pre-written segment (such as Noel's last e-mail to the show3). It comes and goes, and always has; it's actually not so much "The Stutter is Back" as it is "The Stutter Won't Go Away".

During high school - Melissa can attest to this - it was so bad that Older Sister kept calling me Rain Man4. There were times I could barely make myself say anything, let alone what I wanted to say.

Time and patience has helped. Many of you might notice that I tend to speak slowly and carefully, and that I kind of stumble over words when I get excited. This is the byproduct of The Stutter. I try to keep control over it at all times, but when I'm enthused or anxious or worried or stressed out, control slips, and I start fumbling.

The problem, though, is that ever since the most recent time I lost control, I haven't been able to get it back. It's not very noticeable unless you're looking for it (or unless you're Jillian, who did notice but didn't mention it until I brought it up a few days ago), but it's been worrying me. What if it never goes away? What if it gets worse?

I know, I know, I shouldn't worry too much, but consider this.
  • I'm trying to break into broadcasting now. Passively, true, but it won't remain passive for long.

  • I'm already hard to understand on Made of Fail. We've nearly hit the Two Hundred Listeners mark (*cheer*), and it's already been made clear that you all love Dayna more than myself. What'll happen if I drive all of 'em away?

  • I've been working half-heartedly on a stand-up comedy routine that I might take to an amateur night or two.5 Yes, I know that Lewis Black stutters through most of his most famous routines, but I'm not Lewis Black. Hell, half the reason people listen to him is for when he goes psycho on-stage and starts losing vocabulary left and right.

  • Every job I've had, at some point or another, I've been praised for my Professional Telephone Voice, which can very easily become Professional Announcer Voice. This voice can lead some customers to believe that I am a machine (You can tell by the following: "*pause* ...oh, I'm sorry, you're an actual person? I was waiting for you to tell me what buttons to press!") or cause the daughters of managers to comment on my apparent auditory attractiveness. (This actually happened: "Kevin, I just want to tell you that when you transferred my daughter over, the first thing she said was 'Who's the new guy with the sexy voice?'" I am not making this up.)


The reason this is a problem is that I'm stuttering through the most simple telephone duties that a mailroom clerk can have.6 It's starting to affect my job now.

Jillian says it's stress, that it'll go away on its own. It's been a couple weeks now, though, and I don't know what to do.



  1. It's a long story. I was doing sixth-grade science in first grade and then got moved up a grade and et cetera.2

  2. Okay, not that long.

  3. Dayna: "Redo those lines, you stutter all the way through Hare Krishna."

  4. My father suggested to me once, as a rebuttal, that I respond with "At least I was never put into an institution, unlike some I could care to mention." My father got a Look from my mother about that, and the matter was never again raised. It did the trick, though.

  5. Local Open Mic Nights, at least to start with. No way am I going to leap into the "Amateur Wednesdays at Second City"-end of the pool first time out.

  6. "Hi, this is Kevin from the mailroom, extension [number]. We've recieved a [floral delivery/personal package/fruit basket/Cheese-a-saurus Rex costume] and are holding it for you down here in the mailroom. Please come pick it up at your earliest convenience. If you have any questions, please call us back at extension [number] and we will be more than happy to assist you further. Thank you!"

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