I know for certain I’ve never posted this video before. Behold: Wizzard!
Have I ever included Dean Martin before? I don’t think I have! Shame on me!
“Christmas Time is Here Again” according to the Beatles.
When was the last time we rocked out to a Christmas song with the Ramones? Whenever it was, it was too long ago!
Dear Craig, Craiggles (yep that was mine),
You magnificent bastard. You’re breaking our hearts. You know that, don’t you? But, here’s the thing: we know it’s time for you to go. You’re heart is no longer in late night television. You’re tired of being a late night douche. (You’re not, but you love to call yourself one anyway.) You want to broaden your horizons. (And by broaden your horizons, we all assume that refers to something sexual.) That’s just how you roll. And you know what? Deep down, we’re all okay with this. But, part of us weeps grand tears because you’ve come to mean so much to us.
When you first took over The Late Late Show you changed the way many thought of late night TV. Sure, you were a white male. But you brought something wonderfully unique to the stage: your unique perspective, humility, humor, heart, and your Scottishness. And still, it was more than that. While most late night guys played by a set of established rules, you crept up to the edge of the stage and gave the finger to those rules. Have guests on solely because they had a new movie or show or album coming out? Nooo! Not you! You brought on people simply because they ingtrigued you. And when you did bring on guests who had something to plug, you’d mention it and then get them talking, really talking with you about what mattered to them. You (for a while) ditched the tie, had fun with skits so silly and absurd that we couldn’t help laughing ourselves silly and hoping for more, gave us the first late night gay robot skeleton, gave us the first late night stalking horse, and introduced yourself as “TV’s Craig Ferguson” every single night. And you were the very reason each day was a great day for America. You really were.
You made us love you when you opened your heart to remember your father and again when your mother passed. You made us love you even more when you refused to make jokes about Britney Spears while she was in the middle of a meltdown. We loved you when shared your excitement at becoming an American citizen, sharing your video of that moment. We’ve loved you all this time because you dared to be the one thing most late night talk show guys wouldn’t: genuinely yourself.
You started off trying to be as classy and charming as Johnny Carson (and you were). You’re a lot naughtier now and, you know what? We like it! You aim for creepy and you still come off as charming. Through it all, you were and are still completely yourself. For that, we are eternally grateful.
You may not know this, but for me (and many others) you were the reason we were able to laugh. Sometimes you were the ONLY reason we could find a laugh. You were my late night buddy. You helped me get through some of my darkest days and some of the longest nights. I laughed through the pain. I laughed through the frustration. I laughed because of you.
I’m sure James Corden is going to do a bang up job when he takes over. He’s not you, though. My only hope is that he will also refuse to play by the rules, that he finds a way to fill your shoes — be it by stuffing them full of tissue or by sheer force of will — and keep us laughing.
Please know that we will miss you. Terribly. Please know that we will wait with baited breath for your next big thing (yes, yes, we know you have Celebrity Name Game [and we love it!]) and hope that whatever you do now that you’re free is something that fills your heart and soul with utter joy.
Oh, and please visit James and TLLS every now and again, would you?
But mostly, between safety and adventure, choose adventure!
From your most adoring cheeky wee monkey,
Stevie Nicks and Tom Petty are here today with “Silent Night”
Donny Hathaway stops in today to sing us a song.
How ’bout we have “Christmas in Hollis” today?
You knew I’d be throwing more videos and songs up with part 2, part 3, etc. You knew. Because I can’t control myself. Yeah, sure, I probably should have just committed to 25 days of Christmas like most people, but I didn’t. I did NOT wake up on November 30 with vim and vigor to sprinkle on my Cheerios that morning and therefore did not plan out a full 25 days of celebration. So, this is one of those times you just have to play along with me and my silly human foibles.
We cool now?
Good. Cuz you’ll like this. I promise.
On the 2nd day of Christmas songs, Da Goddess gave to you — Bob Seger. A double dose!
This year, I’m starting off with the Kinks. I can’t believe I haven’t put them in the rotation before!
And because I love you, I’m adding a bonus! Okay, so maybe I also really love Bill Nighy and this song. But that just means I get to make all of us happy!
There’s a Santa tracker site that has games! Fun! GO PLAY!
L.D. is here! Only for a few days, but he’s HERE! We’ve already watched a couple movies today and now we’re having a Celebrity Name Game marathon (I love that show!).
He goes back home on Thursday after dinner. Boo hoo! But we’ll all be together as a family and that’ll be fantastic. Mojo, my folks, my sisters, etc. All together for a lovely meal. And then we all say goodbye. Sigh.
For now, though, I’ll be focusing on enjoying my son’s company and generally having as much fun as possible.
P.S. The cats are happy he’s here, too.
P.P.S. “Quickly, quickly! There’s no time!” Non-Stop with Liam Neeson was a good “edge of your seat” movie. We were all yelling at the TV and trying to guess who the baddies were. So, watch it if you want a good action flick. However, don’t bother with The Counselor as it was slow and the sort of movie you wish you hadn’t wasted your time on.
I’ve been sick for a week now. Laryngitis, headache, occasional fever, some congestion. You know the drill. And I’m sick of it. I’ve exhausted all my patience with being sick, of having to strain to be heard, of getting dizzy when I move. I’m so done with it all.
On the plus side: I’ve seen a bunch of good movies, binge watched some shows, almost caught up on all my regular TV shows, read some books, snuggled with the cats, and managed to NOT get King Arthur sick.
Bad news: I got this update from the San Diego Zoological Society in my mailbox:
We regret to inform you that over the weekend we received terrible news: Suni, one of the last remaining northern white rhinos, passed away at the Ol Pejeta Conservancy in Kenya, where he was living with three other northern whites. Poaching is not suspected as the cause of Suni’s death.
This brings the total world population of northern whites down to only six: three remaining in the preserve in Kenya, one at the Dvur Kralove Zoo in the Czech Republic, and two here (including our Nola), at the San Diego Zoo Safari Park.
As profoundly devastating as this news is, with your support we will continue working to save and protect the world’s most threatened species.
You know how I feel about rhinos and this makes me exceedingly sad. For anyone (like you, Pam!) who has watched the Stephen Fry series Last Chance to See, you will likely remember Fry’s trip to Africa (and to the Czech Republic) as he documented the efforts of scientists to move two northern white rhinos to Africa in hopes of getting the few remaining animals breeding. Personally, I hate to think of us losing a magnificent animal in our lifetime simply because humans have hunted them out of existence. And that is exactly what’s been done. Sometimes we humans suck. For more about the death of Suni, Nat Geo has an article very much worth reading.
To end on something more positive, I found a sweet series of photos of stray cats by the same guy who did the series of photos of his neighbors (sans their consent — of which I’m not a fan and find his intent to profit from it a bit exploitive, but no one’s asked my opinion). Anyhow, I figured I’d send you off to look at both and see what you think. (I adore the Strays series immensely as it totally captures the essence of absolute catitude, and while I’m not a fan of the method of capturing the images of The Neighbors, I do see the beauty in the images.) So, go on…have a look, then come back and share your thoughts. I’ll be waiting here with my nasal spray and tissues and remote control.
The internet connection at the timeshare is about the slowest damn thing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve had dial up connections that were faster!
But that’s neither here nor there. I wanted to tell you about my slow stroll around faire. And I mean…s.l.o.w. I took my meds before we went and felt okay when we arrived, but it wasn’t long before I could feel my left shoulder lock up and my right leg lock up. The left leg was really hurting, too, but it didn’t freeze up on me like the right side did. No, the left side felt like broken glass being ground against every raw nerve possible. We made it most of the way around the faire before I said anything about the pain (I count that as a big WIN!) and when we finally stopped, I realized I’d left my pain meds in my camera bag back at our friends’ guild camp. D’oh!
A slow walk back to their camp later, I got my meds and we sat around talking with our friends, met some new people, and basically rested. By the time we were ready to leave, I was feeling a lot better. It didn’t take too long before everything began to hurt though. Got back to the timeshare, took my meds, and settled in to watch some TV.
King Arthur fell asleep early and I’ve been trying to edit photos and write this post. It really has taken a very long time to get this written and posted. Oh well. It’s done.
Oh! At faire, there was the most gorgeous dragonfly hanging out at our friends’ camp! And I got photos of it! Woo hoo! I haven’t uploaded those photos yet, but they’re on the camera just waiting and I promise I’ll get to them this week. Really and truly.
Well, I’m going to hit publish now and see how long it takes for it to happen. Fingers crossed!