Inter-league Play

Blogging from the frontline, aka 180 Tremont St., aka class. Critical Listening is the beast. Obviously I'm failing at the entire concept, as I am in fact not listening at all. Livin' on the edge, only about 15 peeps in here, so I don't have much cover. Brutal four hour stretch in one little windowless room. Freedom can't come soon enough. Check that chick out in the front row. Word. She digs me. Haha. You can't see her but I can.

Getting picked up from class by a squad car of homies. Ted, Dougal, and Howley are gonna roll wit me to the theater to see Outworlder. Its a movie about a guy who crash lands his spaceship in the middle of 500BC. He joins up with Vikings to battle an alien monster that is chasing him down. Check out the summary online somewhere, it's going to be BRUTAL!

If you have your mixer up real loud, you'd have very little bass in your mix. It's true, he just said that shit. God I hate this class. My blogger brethren, stand with me in my time of weakness. Our human hearing response is non linear! NO!