It is 12:04 a.m. on August 29th, 2013, and it is college football season. All cannonades, crescendoes, and outbreaks of ball lighting are real and unsimulated, and will continue unabated for the next four months or so. All noise complaints will be thrown in the trash. All disconnect notices will be ignored, and utilities pirated as needed. Meetings will be placed on hold indefinitely; all non-essential family interactions will be redirected towards a 45 minute window at an awkward Christmas party on December 24th.
This house is now on fire, and you are instructed to let that motherfucker burn.