is that TFTI is not that funny. If you tell me the chapters are actually transcripts of her show, cut out scenes or monologues or whatever, I’d “buy” it. You can act out the stories like a stand-up comedian by simiply reciting on stage, because they’re colloquial, and full of small talks, meaningless jokes, back and forth, back and forth…
But as a loyal fan of Ellen and an occasional viewer of her talkshow, I had no choice but reading on–bored most of the time but still hanging on, wishing for a FORWARD button.
In a nutshell, this little book won’t drive you nuts with Ellen-esque talks and jokes.
(but does teach you names for nuts, or drupes…)
Usually, I’d be in the backyard playing Starsky & Hutch with my best friend, Lucy
Tanzamar. (Hi, Lucy!) She had a huge head and always wore jumpsuits. My
favorite was a bright yellow one with nuts all over it—every kind of nut, not just
two or three. It had peanuts, pecans, pistachios, almonds, cashews, Brazil, acorns,
macadamia, walnut, chestnut, pine, beechnut, filbert, hickory, mixed. Later we
found out that peanuts, almonds, and walnuts weren’t nuts at all but actually
something called “drupes.” We used to laugh about that, thinking, Here we are knowing that, just little girls, and whoever designed that jumpsuit must’ve been an
adult, but they didn’t even know they made a huge mistake! We wanted to write
somebody but didn’t know who to write. Anyway, I loved that jumpsuit.
My funny things during this LNY holiday are:
The train that took me home was puntual, for the first time in several years
Went to bed and fell asleep before countdown
Didn’t gain as much weight (as used to)
Ran into an old friend and was told of her rush marriage and birth-control mishap; ran into many more and was told of more marriages and pregnancies, pushing me to make a big decision for my spring holiday next year
Benmingnian curses are still lingering…
I’ve decided to ditch my other blog and put everything here instead.
The coldest days are gone.
