Joseph was in Florida for
the pretend rapture his birthday. I kind of forgot he was doing that. Luckily, Tim was a little angel and helped out with the shoot. Then he made me a contact microphone from scratch just because he wanted to. Having an excuse to use his soldering iron probably had something to do with it. I documented its creation for no distinct reason:
(He found out the people that work at Radio Shack don't really know what you're talking about when you ask for something that isn't a cell phone.)
Once we got it working, which involved hastily wrapping it in electrical tape to cancel out vibrations in its casing, it gave some pretty great sounds. Putting it against Tim's face while he ate sunflower seeds was a little disturbing to hear, though.
Then we played this. It was hilarious:
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU HEAD
It was also really stupid.