Deeply amusing, though as a friend said, I think it’s a little sad how mean the one boy is to his mom. Cuz she doesn’t really seem that bad. I mean, I know what my mother would do had I come to the table in corpse paint and poured my breakfast on the floor. It might have involved vomiting blood in a spectacular fountain.
I don’t know what there is to be angry about, though.
I love prog rock, and if the kids had bad hair, wore capes, velvet pants, and acted totally pretentious and mystical, while the band jammed in odd time signatures, I don’t think I’d be offended.
I have also just figured out that Mr. Dead Billy and I know at least one person IRL (and probably many more than that).