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So we spent the

So we spent the money (well, I spent the parents' money, so it's "we" in that sense) for a nice stereo/home theater system (hey, it was less than what mom spent on the drapes). Then when I turn on the CD, the world's loudest furnace blower, the washing machine, and the leaf blower all kick in, so the music ends up with a worse signal-to-noise ratio than my astronomical data taken from a galaxy 250 million light years away. Fuck.