Blacker Hovse just got a new RA. He sent an introductory email to us all with the postscript: “Prank my apartment now, you know… before I have stuff in it like furniture :)”
There are no idle challenges in Blacker Hovse.
It turns out to be hard to photograph an apartment filled floor-to-ceiling with 5,000 balloons, so you’ll have to use your imagination.
My favorite part? When sitting on the floor, the bass of the music we were playing vibrated all the balloons—we could feel the music. You know, on albums, the bass drum is sonic support, but in concert, it’s a whole different instrument: a punch to the chest thirty or forty times a second.
Oh, and we removed one of his lightswitches. Just one. He hasn’t moved in yet, so I imagine it’ll be a while before the confusion sets in.
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Cute. Did you guys have ditch day yet? I don’t suppose your RA had to pop all those balloons by himself :)
Nope, it’ll probably be in a week or two.
The popping method was actually to run through the room with a machete. It took a great deal of restraint to keep it to one at a time.
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