September 2nd, 2003


there is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn

If I were a sound engineer, I'd have recorded the panicked flight of the cockatoos overhead and into my tree (and it is tree, singluar these days) briefly as they cried and wheeled about in the middle of the night. It wasn't like their normal daytime call at all, which is bad enough. They sounded upset, frightened and in flight from something. Something dreadful. It sounded deeply unnatural and scary, and it'd be really cool as a sound file. Certainly no American would know what the sound was, if you used it in a film (hey, they're always using cockatoo and kookaburra soundtracks in stuff set in Africa, South America and on distant planets, yet). It was deeply creepy.

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