I wish I’d done a project like this. It’s stunning.
Acid rain is a recent thing. Right? RIGHT?
The Smithsonian it’s happened before.
Are you ready for another new year? Are you ready for another six months of trying to remember to write 2015 on things instead of 2014?
It hardly seems possible we’ve burned through another 365 days already. How did this happen? HOW? I don’t remember last year going by so quickly. Perhaps it’s just something that happens as you age. Or maybe it’s simply how it is. Whatever the reason, I’m not quite at the point where I’m pushing 2014 out the door with a smile on my face. I feel like I still have too much left to do.
Whatev. I guess. Maybe. All I know is I’m not ready but it’s going to happen regardless.
Any big plans for New Year’s Eve?
And now I bring you my favorite Christmas song of all. It’s my favorite version and it wouldn’t be Christmas for me if I didn’t post it.
From our home to yours, from our family to yours, may this time of celebration be full of love, joy, and giving with an open heart. May all you give and receive be cherished always.
For King Arthur and I, we’ve spent the past week quietly picking up small gifts for family, lounging around in anticipation of the drive we’ll have later. Monday, Mojo came up to spend some time with me. She brought a project along: baking little Christmas tree cakes and then decorating them. It was heaps of fun and it was delightful to spend time with my girl. Sadly, we did not get together with KA’s grandkids for cooking baking this year. They were such amazing help last year; I could have used their help again this time around. Never fear, we’ll find time in the future to do some baking. I adore them and sharing a family tradition with them is good times for all. Even without them, I managed to make four batches of fudge, two batches of sugar cookies, and two batches of gingerbread cookies.
Also, since Fletch and Celia never spent a Christmas outside of a shelter until now, we’ve been introducing them to the joys of tissue paper pouncing and shredding. Fletch has taken to it like a champ! Celia’s eyeballed it, yet remained wary. She’s back on antibiotics at the moment and is none too pleased with me for giving her the meds. Such is life with cats.
On my Christmas wish list: one day…just ONE day of walking out of the house not covered in fur; one day off from litterbox duty; more lap time; more cuddle time; and healthy kitties from now on.
I hope your holidays are warm and exciting!
Justin Hines has been a Christmas staple around these parts for a few years now. Instead of just one song, you get three.
I love Slade. Love ‘em. I think this song has eluded me, though. “Merry Christmas Everybody!”
As a bonus, here’s a song from Shakin’ Stevens.
Extra super bonus! Bay City Rollers, y’all!
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.