High above the mucky-muck, castle made of clouds, There sits Wonderboy, sitting oh so proudly. Not much to say when you're high above the mucky-muck. Yeah, yeah. Wonderboy, what is the secret of your power? Wonderboy, won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck now?
Now it's time for me to tell you about Young Nastyman, archrival and nemesis of Wonderboy, with powers comparable to Wonderboy. What powers you ask? I dunno how 'bout the power of flight? That do anything for ya? That's levitation, holmes. How 'bout the power to kill a yak from 200 yards away... with mind bullets! That's telekinesis, Kyle. How 'bout the power to move you?
History of Wonderboy and Young Nastyman, Riggah-goo-goo, riggah-goo-goo. A secret to be told, a gold chest to be bold, And blasting forth with three-part harmony, yeow! Wonderboy, what is the secret of your power? Wonderboy, won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck now?
Well, Wonderboy and Young Nastyman joined forces; they formed a band the likes of which have never been seen, and they called themselves Tenacious D. That's right,
Me! And KG! That's me. We're now Tenacious D! Come fly with me, fly!
Wonderboy, what is the secret of your power? Wonderboy, won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck now, Oh!
Take my hand! Young Nastyman, and we'll fly! Bring out your broadsword. There's the hydra. Slice his throat! And grab his scroat. You take the high road, I'll take the low. There, the crevasse, Fill it with your mighty juice.
Wonderboy by Tenacious D
Tenacious D movie in Novermber = yes.
Update on Fri about classes, dorm, and of course, Snakes on a Fucking Plane.
So, I'm finally settled in at State. Let the good times begin.
But first, previous junk.
- Way back when a long time ago, Nick and I went to the Eels concert at the Cat's Cradle. And. Yeah. The best word to describe it would be, "Delicious." Crazy-awesome rock and roll (though also crazy-loud, felt like I had cotton in my ears afterwards.) Not to mention the buff guest dude who's only job was to play occasional percussion like tambourine, yell some phrase before the band started their next song, and just do wierdass karate hijinks during their shows. Twas very gewd.
- Deerhoof... didn't happen. Sadface. Next issue.
- So, laptop came, yayness. Pretty nice laptop, IBM Thinkpad T60. It runs Guild Wars and World of Warcraft, so whatever. Music transferred onto it, games loaded, movies on it, I'm all set.
- Yep, I'm all set up at State. That's... pretty much all I have to say about that. Rooms nice, class starts on Wednesday, etc. Okay.
Don't really have a good video to put on the bloggo this time, sorry, maybe.
1. I am posting this from my laptop. This alone makes me feel warm fuzzies and happiness in my pants.
2. Uhh, so I was poking around Youtube for videos, and I found an oldie (sorta... 2005. Hah.) but goodie.
Rebellion (Lies) by The Arcade Fire
Two things of importance.
- The guitarist/singer (Win Butler) creeps the bujeezus out of me. - Drum guy is awesome. Not the drummer, or the guy by the drum kit, but the guy with the SINGLE drum. He rocks rediculously crazy hard. Yes.
REAL update (Eels, laptop, Deerhoof (OR LACK THEREOF)) after camping!
I'm that nice black dude who is friends with everyone, who dresses in Roca Wear and Nike, yet lives in the richest-assed neighborhood ever, that listens to things varying from Coltrane to Modest Mouse to DJ Taka, and who is both emo and cheerful at the same time.
In short, I'm just plain crazy.
