The funniest thing about cranking the stereo with your dog in the room must be the fact that although than can hear someone's old TV tubes whining a half block away, they can hear almost no bass notes. What cracks me up is working or studying with the tunes turned all the way up, and the dog curled up on her bed like a garden hose, sound asleep next to a shaking subwoofer.
Right now I have the Foo Fighters turned up so loud that if I still had longer hair, I'd probably look like the guy on those old Maxell blank cassette tapes (aging myself here I guess). Meanwhile, the dog literally has not moved in over an hour. Her head is less than two feet from the sub. It just kills me.
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