VIOLET HILL!!

I'm currently listening to the new Coldplay song... MY MIND IS BEING TRANSMORGIPHIED with delight... it's a whole new sound, whole new feel... hurrah!

I can't really comment on the quality of the sound cause the school computers have ridiculously crappy speakers.

But wow. I am so stoked for this album.

Animal Orchestra

some sounds from our furry friends, courtesy of paulson and yours truly:


MOoooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooo0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000z
(cow.)

meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrughhhh
(tom cat.)

BLLLLLLLAAAARGH!
(a killer whale.)

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!
(elephant.)

CHIGGACHIGGACHIIIIIIIII.
(bird. of paradise.)

RUNGRY!
(scooby-doo.)

MSTRKRFT!
(highly evolved humanoid.)


try it sometime. just make a shape with your mouth, force some noise from your vocal regions and see what happens.

-CH

"what's bananjon?"

yellow banana.

-CH

ch..ch ch chchchchchchh.

the evils of grad photographers.

"rawr." growling sounds ensued as the photo popped up on the screen. (insert black and white photo of michael paul broekema - braced teeth barred).

diedre just met me in the library, and that was her report on her grad photo experience. now she is joining me and spare and we are going to embark on an archeological dig using blush brushes.

but first, back to the topic at hand: grad photos. my appointment is on thursday. i'm a little wary now that diedre has completely turned me off of the idea. tips from deege: politely decline to pull off the ridiculous poses which include straddling a small wooden table, holding a small wooden diploma, a hideous [small wooden] flower arrangement draped over the left sleeve of a particularly volumous [small wooden] gown. also don't bend backwards - he may catch (or rather, shoot) you unawares.

i shall heed the advice and therefore protect myself.

don't worry about deege, she assures me that she walked away unscathed for the most part, and all the wiser of the ways of the affectionate photographer.

-CH