Tuesday, November 26, 2013

There's A Very Pleasant Side To You, A Side I Much Prefer


I have a pleasant side. It's the other one. No, not that one. Not that one either. I'll turn around. Nope. Well, it must be around here somewhere.

Of course it is. My good side is in my dining room, calling themselves Unorganized Hancock and playing Mardy Bum by the Arctic Monkeys.

They're my good side. They are me, only not a jerk. I guess that means they're really not me; they must be my wife's good side. She has all good sides, so she doesn't have to spin like a centrifuge looking for hers.

The kids have been sick in bed for a week or so. They are homeschooled, so they're almost never sick. My wife and I once considered sending the little drummer boy to regular school, but we decided it would be easier for us to just drive to the Center for Disease Control and drink out of all the petri dishes they keep there.

It's been so long since the little feller was sick, and he is so young, that he'd forgotten what being sick was. He was confused, not sad, and kept asking us how he was supposed to act. He sat on a little tuffet made of pillows on his bed and watched cartoons from the forties on a little disc player and sneezed like a cartoon himself -- kerchoo. The big one layed around like a teenager. I told him he didn't need germs for that. He doesn't listen.

I think there are four takes in this video, and the big one would hack like a four-pack-a-day coal miner in between them. My wife was the key grip, or the best boy, or the gaffer or something. I was David O Fargin Selznick, waving the camera around like I had palsy. The Heir put the whole thing together by himself, and is playing the bass, guitar, and singing. The little one continued his streak of never, ever requiring two takes to do anything.

Ladies and germs, Unorganized Hancock! Enjoy! kerchoo

5 comments:

Casey Klahn said...

I hope the little ones get well, soon.

Leslie said...

Excellent. I took my youngest to the doctor for a skin rash last month, and she had to get all manner of immunizations, because she hadn't been to the doctor since 2007! Never sick. She had no memory of the doctor office. ha One more benefit of staying home. Your boys are stellar, even under the weather.

Thud said...

More good stuff, a festive number next please!

SippicanCottage said...

The little drummer boy just walked up to me and handed me a tooth.

Anonymous said...

Very, very nice -

(House interior looks pretty outstanding these days, BTW - at least the part visible in the background, there; no doubt in my mind the rest pretty much follows suit)

Particularly like the drummer's style, 'specially that double-breasted outfit - don't see that sort of class-act so much these days.

Myself, I wouldn't get too altogether hooked up on that whole "very pleasant side to you" thing - most folks're pretty pleasant when unprovoked/unrushed/un-poked at or interfered with, it's not that great of a distinction in my mind, can tend to make certain folks think they can walkover, under or right by you as they please. That can, in turn, lead to some avoidable unpleasantnesses...

Heir & Spare are quite the group, called "Unorganized..." or not - any take yet on vocation trends for either/both? Or is it still mostly early-on for such future-real-existence contemplation?

You do realize your entire immediate clan is demonstrating a high degree of competence at "operational existence" (or some similar egghead terminology), yes? That, in itself, seems quite anomalous in this World Of Today...

Congratulations on that, as well.