"You are the sun, I am the moon, Slay me"...

I really, really tried to ignore this thread and really, really didn't want to post, but I am compelled. Let's spend time on concreting cones and ignore time-wasters like acoustic room treatment, cabinet construction and clean music reproduction.
I'm gonna feel so sorry for posting this. I'll probably admit to it tomorrow night at my Texas Hold-'em poker game on the eve of my birthday. I'm bad.
