My Chums, My Chums

Like you'll read about below, there was a BCF co-sponsored showing of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe tonight. Despite her semester in Australia, New Roommate Amy (not to be confused with me) had difficulty understanding the English. And that made me suddenly miss my British friends. So we're going to learn about some American friends of mine.

This is Tim. The cotton candy he is holding is made from all the leftovers on the side. It is stiff and not fluffy and in appearances, it is not unlike wall insulation. But this picture is also the happiest I have ever seen Tim, so I guess he digs the candy.








Tim's also a little paranoid. So I introduce him to New Roommate Amy...

Amy: The name sounds familiar, I think you've mentioned him before.

Tim: You have? I always sound bad when you mention me in a story.

Next we have Mr. Editor-in-Chief himself. Here, he is not taking pictures of underclassmen girls with his gigantic camera. Or at least he's doing it in the name of official paper business. Bobs is so smart that he can tell you everything you'd ever want to know, like why Tony Snow is not the White House press secretary. That's just a random question I thought of, but I bet Bobs could answer it, and many, many more.

Lastly we have Megan. I haven't seen her much this year and we haven't hung out, but she's wearing adorable boots. And posing as if she had just spotted a genuine Baltimore Oriole. Despite her stubborn loyalties to Moulton over Thorne, she's a great kid and one of my favorite juniors. Her cotton candy was pink, light, and fluffy- just like her, and the antithesis of Tim and his cotton candy.