Foe Toe

Sorry, folks. This post merely functions so I can change my profile photo. As "fun" as my previous "happy as a clam" picture may have been, I actually don't look like that all the time. I mean, maybe I do sometimes. Like when I watch my site meter go up by five in one day or something of the sort.

I also made a similar face when I was just recently offered my first vocal role in my friend Lauren's Depeche Mode remix of something or other. I don't really have all the details yet, but I think my part involves the singing of sundry vowels with no vibrato or expression. My friends know how vocally untrained I am. They scoff at how I practice vocal trills in the resonant halls and bridges of our school. I sing sirens in the elevators and vicariously audition for all the lead soprano roles in every opera. Little do they know; I can actually sing it 8 billion octaves higher than anyone else. My friend Matt was thinking of this the other day over dinner, and realized that if I were to sing 8 billion octaves higher, it's quite possible that color would come out of my mouth. Or maybe light.

If that were to happen, I'd definitely make the "happy as a clam" face.