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it'd have to be a walk-in refrigerator, or one of those big mofos like they have in a convenience store at least to hold 12 15" speakers.

dubkitty wrote:it'd have to be a walk-in refrigerator, or one of those big mofos like they have in a convenience store at least to hold 12 15" speakers.

Details my friend, details.

Achtane wrote:

hbombgraphics wrote:

bob the r0bot wrote:Does anyone know if it is possible to convert an old refrigerator into a 12x15?

Yes, but it would shake up all your beer.

Just quickly drink em all before you start playing and all your problems are solved!

Good plan, then must restock before next practice session so the cold ones are waiting.



I actually Got a pine box from a lumber mill that is about 6 feet long and runs around 3 feet by 3 feet: I thought about putting some speakers in it but I wll probably use it for scrap wood, if I can ever get it lifted out of my trailer. (I guess they get giant rolls of foil in them)

you know, the ones with the sliding doors like they for beer and soft drinks. i'm just thinking of the physical space you'd need to fit that many speakers. a regular kitchen-sized fridge wouldn't fit more than six, i don't think, unless it was wide enough to fit two abreast inside for which you'd need at least 32"-34" since you'd need some space on either side of the speakers for mounting. i'd probably want 36" so i could use 2x4s for framing.

So, I cannot decide if this goes into happiness... or spite..., so I will put it here.

Me and my wife have now moved out, I spent the last four days painting walls, getting drunk, carrying crates filled with my ~800 books and my few clothes. She moved into her new place, I have put my shit in my new-place-to.be but I can't move in yet because my landlady is mad at me cause I thrashed a pole on the street in front of the house while trying to park the fucking truck I was using to haul my shit over there but she didn't want me to move in before first of september anyway, bitch tells me as I move in first of august like i thought we had agreed. And then later on we were at a party and this buddy of mine amok-sleepwalks and cuts open his fucking hand. He feel asleep on a chair and at some point starts sleepwalking while he dreams of slaying his co-workers. So we have to drive him to the hospital and only get to bed at like six in the morning and my wife doesn't even want to help me make fun of the doctors and makes me feel like an idiot for making fun of how stupid they all looked. And the next mornig we start to paint the whole fucking house. The same house I got about a year ago. There is some post with a picture of it - that was the same day I got some knives and a Hoof. So fuck all we paint the house until we both fall over from sleep depravation and then we wake up because our feet are sticky and it turns out our dog puked on our feet under our blanket while we were asleep and we have to get up in the middle of the night to clean ourselves and turn the mattress around (no blankets, everything is at our new homes, remember) and then we have a wild awesome goodbye fuck which almost made me cry but instead i hit and bit and fucked her. Next day the dude from the real estate company tells us we fucked up the painting and he wouldn't give us our deposit back until the bloke shows up that moves in after us and tells the real estate guy he doesn't care about the walls but he wants the doors painted which by law is something the owner has to do, so we got lucky and the real estate dude got fucked. Then our car is broken but filled with stuff that needs to be put in the waste plant. So we have to repair that shit and now I am sunburnt and finally drunk sitting in a café in cologne that has WLAN.

phantasmagorovich wrote:So, I cannot decide if this goes into happiness... or spite..., so I will put it here.

Me and my wife have now moved out, I spent the last four days painting walls, getting drunk, carrying crates filled with my ~800 books and my few clothes. She moved into her new place, I have put my shit in my new-place-to.be but I can't move in yet because my landlady is mad at me cause I thrashed a pole on the street in front of the house while trying to park the fucking truck I was using to haul my shit over there but she didn't want me to move in before first of september anyway, bitch tells me as I move in first of august like i thought we had agreed. And then later on we were at a party and this buddy of mine amok-sleepwalks and cuts open his fucking hand. He feel asleep on a chair and at some point starts sleepwalking while he dreams of slaying his co-workers. So we have to drive him to the hospital and only get to bed at like six in the morning and my wife doesn't even want to help me make fun of the doctors and makes me feel like an idiot for making fun of how stupid they all looked. And the next mornig we start to paint the whole fucking house. The same house I got about a year ago. There is some post with a picture of it - that was the same day I got some knives and a Hoof. So fuck all we paint the house until we both fall over from sleep depravation and then we wake up because our feet are sticky and it turns out our dog puked on our feet under our blanket while we were asleep and we have to get up in the middle of the night to clean ourselves and turn the mattress around (no blankets, everything is at our new homes, remember) and then we have a wild awesome goodbye fuck which almost made me cry but instead i hit and bit and fucked her. Next day the dude from the real estate company tells us we fucked up the painting and he wouldn't give us our deposit back until the bloke shows up that moves in after us and tells the real estate guy he doesn't care about the walls but he wants the doors painted which by law is something the owner has to do, so we got lucky and the real estate dude got fucked. Then our car is broken but filled with stuff that needs to be put in the waste plant. So we have to repair that shit and now I am sunburnt and finally drunk sitting in a café in cologne that has WLAN.

Also errbody peep the bing homepage.

Been to a guitar store today and there was this dude wearing a MLP shirt and checking a bass with a rainbow on it. I wondered which of you dudes it was.

Looked like this but only one PU I think.

The vocalist in my band put his adoptive Chinese sister in the microwave.

futuresailors wrote:

Also errbody peep the bing homepage.

BAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWw

also, an island?

I hate postal service

how is the simpliest cheapest international shipping without tracking or a proper insurance so expensive even to the country right next to us?

shaved

FEELS GOOD MAN

tuffteef wrote:shaved

FEELS GOOD MAN

You talking bout...down there?

or are you just on ecstasy?

theavondon wrote:

futuresailors wrote:

Also errbody peep the bing homepage.

BAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWw

also, an island?

My island nukka! Actually I'm going down to visit my dad on Monday.

also,

I fucked up when I was restringing my guitar and had to use a spare g I kept from an old set of strings that is bigger than the d and kinda like it. I also had no idea how bad my voice was until I tried to record a beach house cover (or maybe that's just trying to be Victoria LeGrand when I'm James Murphey on a good day).