https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnAjdtNnzAw

Here we have a kind of folk song recorded by an MIT gnurd in celebration of his gnurdiness, tell me this wouldn't be better without the video. Close your eyes to better appreciate the unusual microtonal scalar perturbations and intriguing orchestration – at 0:15, you can hear the gnurd's roommate closing the window, in an interesting instance of attempted audio censorship resulting in musique concrete.

I am a little gnurd in the back
I am a little gnurd in the back
I have my calculus textbook in my pack
I have my calculus textbook in my pack
Oo uh what the... ?
He wouldn't smoke if he was a runner!
No!
Look at that!
He's dead, Jim
He's dead, Jim
He's dead, Jim

The reference to smoking is to some thriller movie where the bad guys were hanging out on a trail, dressed as runners, but smoking cigarettes. The joke was obvious, but every gnurd in the house had to flaunt his cleverness by pointing out the obvious. Also, whenever anyone died in a movie, all the gnurds had to say, "He's dead, Jim", like Dr. McCoy on Star Trek.

(I just learned about otaku and it made me think of gnurds.)

Last edited by Mark Hayes; 03/31/22 12:25 PM.