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Celebrating Black History Month Part II

Posted in Announcements, Movies, Music, Unreal News on February 12, 2008 by Kahaku river

Profile in Courage: The Swinging Times of Sirius Black

An important part of any celebration is the veneration of individual deeds under great individual duress by, well, individuals.  Black History Month is certainly no stranger to this concept and I would like to contribute to that by profiling one of the long misunderstood stories in the magical word, the shady imprisonment of one Sirius Black.  The Ministry of Magic would like you to think Black was implicated in murder to the grossest degree, but some investigative reporting has uncovered the true story behind Black’s imprisonment.

A noted supporter of Wizard’s Anonymous, the Order of the Phoenix and the American Gladiators football team, Black is also famous for his skills as an animagus and for being the godfather of Harry James Potter.  Our story begins on a hot day in June 768, which in Muggle years was 1969.

During this summer of ’69, Sirius and his friend, Bryan Adams were touring the wizarding world and playing to sold out venues with the rock band, 3 Inches of Blood.  After a particular rough patch of partying and orc slaying, the two decided to stop off at Hogwart’s School for Witchcraft and Cheese-whizery to visit Black’s godson, Harry Potter.  When they arrived, Black and Adams hung out with Potter and his friend, Ron Weasel, and all was well, that is until Hermione ‘Danger’ Granger showed up.

In spite of forty years of magical conquests and nights of pillaging throughout the tour with 3 Inches of Blood, Sirius was thunderstruck by the startling appearance of Ms. ‘Danger’ Granger. This under-aged girl was amongst the most attractive witches he’d ever wanted to cast a spell on and he instantly declared, “Damn, you have lit my goblet of fire and I’d easily be a prisoner of Azkaban for just one night with you. Allow me to take you into my chamber of secrets and show you some advanced wandwork.  In fact, were it not for a casting mistake, I would also take you to infinity and beyond, but alas, f@*king Tim Allen.  But, forget about that, I would like to quote the wizard Nelly and tell you that ‘it’s getting hot in here, so take off all your magical robes, house badges, long British school girl socks, and britches.’

Suffice to say, Harry and Ron were angry and on the verge of a British drive-by since they didn’t want to be wand blocked by a forty year old man.  However, ‘Danger’ Granger was intrigued and godfather Sirius made them all an offer they couldn’t refuse. Always looking for more, Adams wondered, “Can’t we make it all for one and all for love?”

Sirius, always wary of crossing wands and misfires in a duel, said no.   While Sirius and Hermione crept up to an upper dormitory room and went all out with missionary, doggy-style and Gryffindor positions, Bryan Adams broke out a few kegs, ping pong balls, and some Deadly Sinners for Quidditch pong.  As a mainstream rocker, Adams easily drank Potter and Weasel under the table before proceeding to snort several crushed piles of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Bean.  Wasted beyond belief, Adams ran into the passed out body of Ron Weasel, grabbed a video camera and proceeded to inflict a dark mark upon the sleeping wizard.  Every lurid detail of the midnight rape and the nude gay art show that took place in the bedroom was captured on video – a video whose infamy far outstrips that of R. Kelly’s dog and the pikachu.

Once the morning came around and everyone realized what had happened all hell broke loose – think dangerous high voltage chaos. Hermione ‘Danger’ Granger freaked and wondered what would happen if Hogwarts found out she was pregnant, Harry was upset that his Godfather laid his magical wand on a girl he had wanted, and Ron was horrified to learn that his sorting hat had been sorted by Bryan Adams in video-taped glory.

In the convoluted scene that unfolded, the door of the Gryfindor common room burst open to reveal the angry face of Headmaster Albus Dumblebore.  He expelled Bryan Adams from the wizarding world, where he journeyed back to Earth and produced award winning music that got him into the Canadian Music Hall of Fame.  Ron was sent to a psychiatrist to repair the damage done by his rape, Potter was given double-secret probation for his Quidditch pong playing, and ‘Danger’ Granger was sent up the headmaster’s office.

Dumblebore had Sirius taken away to Azkaban prison for sexual misconduct with a minor.  Defiant to the end, Black winked at Dumblebore and muttered, “She already lit my goblet of fire.”

Not one to be outdone, Dumblebore shot back, “Enjoy prison.  Ms. ‘Danger’ Granger will be juggling my sorcerer’s stones in her mouth while some wizard’s Firebolt 9000 is playing Quidditch with your back side.”

Who Ever Said Nerds Don’t Know How to Party?

Posted in 80's, Geek Chic, Music, Relatively Undiscovered on January 9, 2008 by kwech

Whatever you do, don’t tell that to these guys.

Dig on these clips from Anamanaguchi at Blip Festival ‘06, and ‘07, respectively.

…and for anyone in the NYC area that’s worth their 8-Bit salt, be sure to keep an eye out for Blip Festival ‘08!

Relatively Undiscovered: Powerglove

Posted in Music, Relatively Undiscovered, Videogames on December 12, 2007 by kwech

No, we’re not referring to the NES peripheral that Fred Savage so elegantly donned for the one-sheet for The Wizard, although this item is obviously where this week’s featured band drew the inspiration for their name.

What we are referring to is a speed/power metal act from Arlington, Massachusetts that plays video game music so superbly re-imagined that we dare not call them a cover/tribute band. We instead prefer to refer to them as a brutal group of electric-axe-wielding sorcerers that derives creative illumination from all things digitally-interactive, and transforms that energy into sweepingly epic, and explosively shred-tacular renditions of the 8, and 16-bit music loops that were permanently branded into our collective cerebral cortex many years ago.

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They perform the best take on Tetris that we’ve ever heard – a distinction that had heretofore gone to Ozma, a band that we will be talking extensively about in the very near future. Their song, entitled “Mario Minor”, makes me want to adorn myself in a red plumber’s uniform, and slay legions of crudely-armored orcs with my gigantic hammer, Jumpman-style.

Per my opening statement, let me assure you that Powerglove doesn’t forget to pay homage to the gadget that acted as muse for their moniker. I’ll admit, even Fred Savage’s character from Spun ain’t got sh*t on this:

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(via Powerglove’s MySpace)

Hey, even their rendition of the Power Rangers theme is mighty catchy. If that isn’t miraculous, we don’t know what is.

NostalgiaTube: The Misfits

Posted in Music, NostalgiaTube, Viral on December 7, 2007 by kwech

My favorite thing about this video (aside from the obvious fact that it is footage of the rarely-captured, original, Glenn Danzig-era Misfits) is the thought that all of the kids in the crowd are about 40 years old now. Today, many of them are soccer moms and soccer dads, who begrudgingly wear business-casual attire 40+ hours a week, and sit in the cubicle next to us (at their (and our) soul-crushing jobs), as they bitch about the broken coffee maker in the break room, and partake in (decidedly much tamer pursuits as) the annual office March Madness pool. However, what they can never lose (thanks to the age of the internet) is this time capsule, that showcases them in their youth (and in all their crowd-surfing, head-walking, Danzig-tackling glory), watching wide-eyed, and experiencing first-hand, the ushering-in (albeit kicking and screaming) of a new musical era… the phoenix-like birth of punk rock.

Well, maybe some don’t need the miracle of free internet video to remind them. That is, the ones who now so deftly conceal their ever-fading Misfit skull tattoos (that they may or may not have received at 4:30 a.m., in the midst of a hard night of drinking, at a sketchy tattoo shop (aka an acquaintance of an acquaintance’s bathroom) in the Bowery… but they’ll be damned if they can remember) under their Nordstrom’s issue, starched-and-pressed uniform.

So… the next time you ask the mellow (but perceivably unfulfilled by the utter lifelessness of his matrimonial schedule), middle-aged guy that sits two desks down from you to borrow his staple-remover, be sure to check and see if, when he hands you the handy tool, he makes sure that the cuff of his shirt doesn’t hike up too far (for fear of losing his job and his modest house). If you do detect a hint of this rehearsed apprehension, simply smile, and take comfort in the fact that everyone was young at one time. Therefore, the next time you’re thinking of springing questions about anilingus on your grandmother, don’t hesitate, as she’ll probably be happy to inform you that she invented the act. Or, if you’re especially lucky, she’ll regale you with tales of when she gave Sandy Koufax a handjob, or when she was double-teamed by William Howard Taft and Harry Houdini.

Wow… that one took a left turn at the end. Haha…

Enjoy!