Chris is recording the chickens. I know this because he said, "don't say anything embarrassing. I'm recording the chickens."
I'm trying really hard to oblige, but it's not easy.
You see, I've been working on this website (my secret love child) and he's doing some sort of weird thing to my home page. I designed something nice and simple, and asked him to make it do a little of this and a little of that. He has not gotten to what I asked him to do yet, because he is busy making it do backflips and turn different colors in three languages. Sometimes he gets a little carried away.
So I'm sitting here trying to be quiet while he is making me motion sick with all the fancy pantsy stuff he's doing to my precious home page. And the more I watch what he's doing, the more I want to redesign the whole thing and have Edward Gorey people falling from the sky. No really, it makes sense.
Meanwhile, the chickens are asleep. So at the end of the evening, we'll have a recording of us, being geeks.
But hey - if we speed it up? We sound just like chickens.