So the Moron Twins next door did their thing again with the bass thumping so loudly at 1:30am that it was shaking the walls. Banging on the walls didn't help, so I went over and banged on their door and told them (in case they weren't aware of the time) that it was 1:30 in the goddamned morning and they should turn their fucking stereo down. Apparently, these guys have the mental capacity of Eric Nies, host of the defunct The Grind on MTV, because all one could do was stand there and act macho by asking me, "Excuse me, are you trying to break my door down?" (I had to knock pretty hard to be heard over the music being played, that should've told them something right there) while the other giggled like a schoolgirl. Admittedly, I was still awake and hadn't been woken up -- which would've really pissed me off -- but it was 1:30, I'd worked for around 13 1/2 hours that day, was tired and was getting ready for bed and there was no way I'd be able to sleep with my walls pulsating to the beat of Now That's What I Call Crap.

When I woke up this morning at 7:30am, I was strongly considering facing all my speakers towards their wall, putting the woofer right up against the wall and cranking up the bass output, then turning the volume up and rocking their asses with some Ministry. I wonder how well that would've gone over. Because you know, in an old-fashioned sound fight... I would win.

And I would've done it, too, had my roommate not been home and still sleeping. I have some morals and respect for others, you know.