I'm going to post my annual completely subjective best of/worst of 2010 list soon, but first, a tale of nerds at Christmastime.
So this year, I got Jeremy this little battery-operated fob thing that you can attach to your keys. In theory, if you lose your keys, all you have to do is whistle, and the key fob emits a cheerful
. And guess what? It actually works! Whenever Jeremy whistles, it blips on in a flurry of flashing lights and beeps loud enough to be heard from beneath a laundry pile. Awesome.
Unfortunately, the key-finder also thinks my voice sounds like a whistle and responds accordingly.
On top of the utter indignity of an inanimate object mistaking my voice for a whistle, I am one of those sad people who actually CANNOT whistle. And what else does the key-finder think sounds like a whistle? The ear-piercing screech of the horrible bat-dragon-snake things the Nazgul ride in Peter Jackson's
Lord of the Rings
movies. That's right. The foul-smelling, leather-winged mounts of the Ringwraiths.
We discovered this because we are complete and utter nerds. It's become a tradition in our house to watch all three Lord of the Rings movies at Christmas each year. Jeremy and I were snuggled together on the couch, watching Sam, Frodo, and Gollum trek into Mordor while the snow fell outside our window, when one of the Nazgul's horrible beasties showed up and shrieked, triggering an emphatic response from the key finder. Thanks, key-finder. I'm glad to know I sound like both a whistle and a horrible bat-dragon-snake thing.
Happy New Year!