I can't remember who said that to me when I was a too-cool-to-be-impressed adolescent, and I was moaning about how some activity was lacking excitement. I'm not sure it's absolutely true, since some things are just empirically boring. But it occurred to me today that I am going to have to make my own fun or else become a tiresome complainer. And since I cannot abide complainers I simply cannot become one.
So I was watching Ellen DeGeneres this morning. I think she is perhaps the most fun-loving person on TV. I love her show, the music, the dancing through the audience, her incisive (but not mean) humor. I never usually get to watch Ellen because Bambinas don't love talk shows, and why would we be watching TV mid-AM anyway when there are libraries and parks to visit.
Anyhoo. I was out doing my laps around the pod this afternoon with my IPod Nano (thank you BBDD!). I have been trying to do twenty laps in the AM and then again in the PM. It's hard if I've got "Fred" my recently-named IV pole on wheels/shadow tagging along since the pod ain't that large. But whenever I'm allowed off my tether, I dash out there to seize my freedom for as long as I can keep my legs from getting wobbly. Today I got wobbly before Le Freak was finished, so I came in to my room, almost sat down, and then decided to do a little Ellen-inspired groovin' in my room. Then I thought it would be funny to take a photo of me discoing at '54 for you. Then I thought I might submit it to Apple for a new ad campaign focusing on all the not-fun places you can go with your IPod and still have some fun. And why not? I clearly have nothing better to do. Just be glad my room doesn't have a xerox machine or you'd no doubt be seeing some butt cheeks instead of white-girl dancing.
"Aaah, freak out! Le freak, c'est Chic, freak out!"