No matter how you slice it, THIS is funny!
Okay, maybe we weren’t really washed away by all the rain, but it has been very rainy and it’s been lovely. California needs the rain and I happen to like it immensely.
I’ve been doing my best to try to get over the holidays and focus on getting something, anything done. A photo project? I’ve been working on gathering supplies for that, but whilst doing so I lost my studio space as the spare bedroom has become filled with stuff. Stuff that can’t fit anywhere else in the house. Stuff that just doesn’t need to be there…or here…or really anywhere. In other words, if we can’t actually use it and it has no real value, do we really need to keep it? It’s for King Arthur to decide. In the meantime, I don’t know where I can set up a studio. That means no photo project. Vicious cycle, really.
We spent the evening at KA’s daughter’s. Had pizza and salad for dinner. Played with
Baby Toddler Emma. She’s such a delight! Silly, smart, sweet.
Been gradually adding photos to 500px.com as I’ve decided Flickr is a junk heap. Half the time the site won’t display photos (you get an error message) and when it does manage to work I find myself less than pleased with the quality of work on there. As well, they did away with subscriptions and, to me, that says they don’t much care anymore about the quality or type of work that’s uploaded to the site. It’s just a repository for anything and everything from everybody. 500px is proving to be a much nicer environment for what I’d like to do with my photography. The feedback I’ve received in the past couple months has been encouraging. Not only that, but people actually take the time to seek out other artists and discover new work. That alone is enough for me to want to upload my own images there.
Oh, something else I did this weekend: I finally watched some of the Veterans Day documentaries I’d recorded. The Last Patrol was my favorite. I wept at times, cheered at other times, and spent even more time contemplating the world and the men featured in the doco. If you haven’t seen it (or a trailer), I won’t spoil it for you by interjecting my thoughts other than to encourage you to see it by whatever means available to you. Here’s an article on Guillermo Cervera to [hopefully] pique your interest.
Time for me to go try to trim more of Celia’s matted fur. I’m tellin’ you, this cat is full of dreadlocks! I spent an hour carefully cutting away bits and pieces of matted fluff. It was a bit harrowing, but we survived and there’s still more to do. It calls me.
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.
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.
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.