In my haze of recuperating from the STOMACH BUG FROM HELL yesterday, I had managed to haul my drained body to the family room to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. I latched the baby gates and trapped Chip and Lulu in the room with me. This was going to be a family tradition! Chip and Lulu are babies and don't really focus on tv, so they puttered around with their toys and took turns attacking each other. I sprawled on the floor, semi-comatose, swilling Gatorade hoping to replenish my electrolytes.
Yet another inane puppet encrusted float came into position in front of Macy's, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. [Due to the fact that Chip only watches Barney, I have no knowledge of any other kid shows.] The puppets start their cute song when all of a sudden the sound screeches and the opening notes of Rick Astley's 1987 hit Never Gonna Give You Up started playing. I immediately perked up and witnessed the most awesome RickRoll ever! I sprung to my feet, my legs all jittery and achy. I scooped up Lulu and started dancing all over the family room. Sickness lifted away! Watch the RickRoll HERE
See? Wasn't that awesome? I love Rick Astley. I loved him back then. A guy who looks like Howdy Doody but sings like a huge black man. My dear, dear, late friend, Karen , gave me a poster of Rick, as a joke. I actually hung it up in my dorm room, partially obstructed by a heating pipe, as a joke--sort of. I respected Rick. I had wondered what he'd been up to lo these 20 or so years. So glad to see he's still got it together and pulled off the ultimate virtual to reality RickRoll on all of America. Maybe Rick and I could be friends. Wow, wouldn't that be something?