Steve_AS
Second Unit
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- Feb 4, 2002
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I alwyas put the amp on top; it makes the other components jealous, so they work harder.
Father O'Grady was saying his goodbyes to the parishioners after his Sunday morning service as he always does, when Mary Clancey came up to him in tears.
"What's bothering you so, dear?" inquired Farther O'Grady.
"Oh, father, I've got terrible news," replied Mary.
"Well what would that be now, Mary?"
"Well, my husband, Father...he passed away last night."
"Oh, Mary," said the priest, "that's terrible. Tell me Mary, did he have any last requests?"
"Well, yes he did, Father," replied Mary. "What did he ask, Mary?" Mary replied, "He said, 'Please, Mary, put down the gun...'"
But since his proclivity was never inclined towards “dusting” objects but sadly lacking in a genetic predisposition towards respecting his own propertyWhat size was this amp? Was it over or under 50lbs? After 50lbs, an object becomes sufficiently immobile that men can rub it with a diaper, polish it, talk to it, caress it, etc. without risking an unwitting shift to its careful placement. Conversely, it is absolutely imperative that smaller objects be left undusted. After using an item, the dust tells you where to put it back!
This is one of the major differences between the sexes. Women, as opposed to men, are quite happy rearranging their environment on a regular basis. Indeed, they frequently make up excuses to do it even when it is totally unnecessary. Take dust for example. Does it hurt anyone? Asthmatics perhaps, but that's what prescription drugs are for. In truth, a healthy layer of dust-bunnies can significantly enhance the acoustics of a listening room by adding diffusion. Women often try to brainwash us into believing that it is some sort of unholy scourge that, if left unswept from our homes, will result in testicular cancer or a brain tumor the size of a grapefruit. However, the real truth is that this is merely an excuse to rearrange everything in the house on a regular basis.
The reason behind this covert feminine practice of rearranging things is difficult to fathom. Some subscribe to the notion that women have brains that are wired fundamentally different than those of men, and are hence, incomprehensible. Thus, any attempt to make sense of their actions is doomed to failure and you're probably better off building model ships-in-bottles. Personally, I believe that science can explain female behavior. Behavior patterns that at first appear strange and alien are, in fact, perfectly logical evolutionary adaptations. Since evolution is primarily aimed at survival and reproductive success, we should ask ourselves how this behavior could enhance a woman's desirability to potential mates.
One possible explanation is that, by continually rearranging a male's things while he is absent or unconscious, the female can instill in the target male a perpetual state of confusion which would lead to dependence. For example, while one of our prehistoric male ancestors takes a nap in the midday sun, an interested female takes advantage of this lapse in awareness to "tidy" his things. One of the tribe's scouts arrives back in the encampment and sounds the alarm. Game has been sighted! The male wakes from his slumber, but his spear, atlatl, flint-knapping kit, tinder, etc. have been moved from the positions he carefully optimized for minimum response time! The other hunters are all starting down the trail after the scout and the unfortunate male is rapidly being left behind! In desperation, he asks the conveniently nearby female to help him gather his things. Naturally, she obliges him with awe-inspiring competence. With repeated reinforcement over time the male will eventually go to this female first rather than attempting to find items on his own.
In modern times, with our large stationary homes bursting at the brims with thousands of items specialized to perform specific tasks, this behavior has only grown more effective. What is finding a 6-foot long spear in a couple square meters of tall grass and bushes compared to finding a carefully relocated 3mm hex-wrench in the vast expanses of a modern home? This is why bachelors who finally give in to constant demands for *the key* suddenly discover they can't find a damned thing they're looking for! It is inevitable that sooner or later they will make the classic tactical blunder of asking the new lady of the house if she's seen it. Relationship "talks" will soon follow.
I think I've been misled. The bass is now muddy.Did you forget to bury them in a watertight compartment (with cooling stack)?
I still believe raising the amps out of the dirt will clean up the sound more.