Funny or Not So Much...It All Depends

There's been some funny going on here in days of late.  Sometimes it's been clearly funny.  Sometimes it's been the kind of funny that requires considering the source...like my children and their joke telling.  Sometimes it's been a sad/weird/what the heck do I even do with that/guess it's best to just laugh kind of funny.  And sometimes it's been the kind of funny that I'm not sure if it truly is funny, or it it's just me, or if it's only because I'm a rare breed musician type and there are certain things just left in the safety of a music office so that I don't get openly mocked.

Whatever the case may be, this cracks me up.  And I'm slightly (but not completely embarrassed) to admit that when I watched it this morning within said music office of safety with fellow rare breed musician types...I laughed out loud.  The sheer impossibility of this is just rather amusing.  As if anyone has that many fingers.  The terror that creeps into my soul as I see the amount of black ink continue to increase throughout is humorous.  And then there's the ending...well, I don't know.  Just call me weird and get on with your day.  And piano students...watch out.  I just may force you to try playing this if you don't practice your Hanon and scales like good little boys and girls  (Insert evil laugh here).   

I still am trying to figure out how they got a recording of me at my senior piano recital in my college days...