the birth of yeowling

the jsys have decided that you really can't fight animal nature. we need to yeowl more often. it's just simply not done enough.

we thought about planning a camping trip around the yeowl so we can yeowl it up in our natural habitat. at the moon. under the stars. but then we decided since we are a continent apart and stuck in our respective daily doldrums, why not just incorporate the yeowl into our lives and use technology to bridge the gap between us? hence the birth of a blog about yeowling-- a record of all the times, places, and different situations in which we've yeowled.

for example, on a blind date: "hi jen, i'm ken".. "yeowlllll." or at a job interview "why do you think you are qualified for this job?" "YEOWL." or when you bend down to tie your shoe on the trail-- why not throw a YEOWL in there when you stand up? how bout when you're trying to poop when you are constipated.. definitely a yeowl moment.

sometimes yeowl can be a song. like:
"stuck a chopstick in the blender...yeowl"
"stuck my finger in the piranha tank...yeowl"
"drove my chevy, got into a fender bender ... yewol yewol yeowl"
makes you want to thump your hand on your knee to keep the beat, right?

does the yeowl need instrumental accompaniment? afterall, it lends itself well to musicality. we discussed the banjo. maybe a hint of piccolo. we believe however, that the yeowl can stand alone, a capella. instruments might detract from its primal nature. a yeowl is like the echo of the circle of life. think cats in heat, lurking around trash cans, tails a-swishing. yeeeowwwl.

prepare for some thumping good times, folks. the fun has just begun. YEOWL.