Why? Just pick up your socks. 
I welcome our New Variety of Integrated Computerized Systems Home Overlords my ass!
Holy crap. I HAVE to have one of those damn Stephen Fry alarm clocks. I think I’m going to order one as soon as I finish this post. I’m in tears right now from laughing so hard. The relaxation mode was the greatest!
As far as my house goes; I’m going to go with: Isabella Rossellini. That woman’s voice is like a Siren on Homer’s “Odyssey” to me.
Or that lady who narrated “Lord Of The Rings”.
No no – Martha Stewart, of course! ducks and runs
I think it’d be just a tad freaky to pick a human celebrity voice for the house. How about the voice of Rosie, the robot from The Jetsons?
Or if it’s not too narcissistic, my own voice? I talk to myself all the time as it is, this way I wouldn’t know what I was about to say for once.
Yes, but do you ever listen?
I ran by this thread title a few times, without giving it a moment’s pause, but this time, it flashed into my mind:
Jonathan Harris. If only he were still around.
Alarm clock: “Wake up! Wake UP, you ninny!”
The Voice of William S. Burroughs…
Alarm Clock - “Sun’s coming up… like a big bald head…”
Security “Ah-Pook… the destroyer…”
Random cut ups from his writings… “the hipster B-bop junkies never showed on 104 street…”
FML
I can’t believe it got to page 2 and it falls to me to give The Answer:
M-M-M-M-a-x-x . . . . . H-H-H-H-eadroom-m
Maurice LaMarche, the voice of The Brain.
Charger: “What are we doing tomorrow night, House?”
House: “Same thing we do every night, Charger, try to get you a girl.”
What a buncha lousy Anglophiles you are.
I’ll take Charles Boyer or Maurice Chevalier. If MY house was making my dinner, I sure wouldn’t want it to sound British.
Seven of Nine. Or Six, from Battlestar Galactica.
What?
“The mail has arrived. A light bulb in the garage needs to be replaced. And we will eventually catch you and destroy you.”
Well, okay then.
Yeah, you have to strike up a balance. Something that you’d actually act upon its reminders and requests, but not something that would have me fleeing my own home or reaching for the “mute” option on the house’s control panel. Hence, English butlers. Pleasant, but I’m not exactly going to stay in bed just so I can hear Stephen Fry tell me to wake up again.
A sultry female voice would be nice, but I’m the type that doesn’t want to hang up posters of hot chixxors either. Seems hostile to any actual women that I’d like to visit my domicile, and can act as a reminder of how pathetic I am if none actually come. Except for older pinups, like Betty Page. Those become retro and cool.
Hey. Maybe I can make my house sound like the quick talking career gals of days past. A robot Gal Friday would be pretty neat.
Sally Kellerman, Demi Moore, or Kathleen Turner.
But if I start developing sexual fantasies about my house, I’m switching to James Earl Jones.
Put me down for an order of John Cleese, please.
Groundskeeper Willie.
Can’t decide between Pinky or the Brain…
*“This is the Earth. And this is Pinky. You can tell the difference quite easily. One is a lump of inert matter hurtling blindly through the void. The other… is the Earth.” *
Technically, I guess that would be Rob Paulson as the voice of Pinky and Maurice LeMarche as the voice of The Brain.
Are you thinking what I’m thinking???
Sir John Geilgud.
Methinks Little Nemo likes ladies with gravelly voices.
I can’t believe no one has suggested William Daniels. Ya know, the principle from Boy Meets World. 