Here is the woofer; here is the tweeter. Welcome to the essay about speakers and plastic. I now stretch my legs, clear my throat, warm up my hands by blowing on them, and scan the audience for domestic spies. OK, we’re good to go. Wait, hold on: first, I must do a microphone check, to make sure that the speakers are projecting the sound of my voice.
Plastic is nice and good to chew. Plastic belongs in a petting zoo. A plastic tourniquet for zombies is better than a casket for a paper elephant. Plastic is mad like rancid nuts in a can on the branch of a dying tree and proud to be the most useful coaster or post hole.
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