Presenting Commute Chat: Episode One and Maybe Only

I swear, I cannot believe I'm showing you this. First of all, it's ridiculous. And self-indulgent. And goofy as hell. I hate seeing myself on video and hearing my voice. I'm still heavier than I want to be. And for heaven's sake, do I have to look that much like my mother? I used to watch her mouth when she spoke and wonder why she did that thing with her lips, etc. I guess this is my due for being so silently critical of my mother back then. And finally, when did I get Dawn French's neck and chins and do you suppose she'd like them back now?

When we did this experiment, I had no idea how disconcerting watching myself would be. It goes back to that question of would you like to be married to yourself, I think. (We actually ended up having a discussion centering around that theme in another video chat that won't get published, but it ended up being a really good discussion). I mean, now that I've seen some of my mannerisms, my tone, the eyerolls, fidgets and tics on a longer format video, I'm painfully aware of how I might look and sound to others. I find myself wanting to be quiet and trying to sit more still after watching this.

The fact that MathMan can barely be seen will have to be remedied if we do any more of these. And if we do more of these, they won't be scripted, but perhaps we'll have some idea of what we're going to talk about. Oh, and the camera will be on something stable. Duct tape will be involved. Perhaps to put over my mouth so that MathMan can get a word in..........(My suggestion that I chew a piece of gum to use as an adhesiveto hold the camera in place was met with MathMan's scorn. In retrospect, I must agree. That would have been wrong. And gross.)

The sound quality is just like being there. The Corolla isn't terribly soundproof. Oh, and you even get an opening song. It is the first time we've been recorded singing. I'm sure, upon viewing, you'll understand why.

Next time - sock puppets!