Open letters
Feb. 13th, 2009 10:07 pmJon, sweetheart, if this week’s episodes are any indication of how well you can handle a post-Bush comedic landscape, then you’re going to continue to kick some serious Emmy ass come September. You and your team of beloved correspondents and are deftly skewering the public discourse as promised, with just as much, if not more enthusiasm than ever before. I love the fire, keep it up! Oh and have a nice vacation next week. I will miss you, as always, but I love how chipper you get after returning from a week off ;)
And my God, Stephen, the Conan love you expressed last night was beyond awesome, landing somewhere in the Irresistibly Adorable Galaxy of the OMFG Caity IS Going To Explode Supercluster.
I love that you fawned over the zany recurring Conan characters and then (gasp!) stole Conan’s invisible strings… those wonderful, sexy strings. They look really good on you!
My heart has already been melting with all Conan’s recent farewell segments of favorite past antics(the final State of the Show made me tear up), and then Jon came on to try to convince Conan that it’s a bad idea for such a pale person to move to California and now to see you heaping on the adoration is just… I am drowning in nostalgia and a touch of sadness.
* ginormous sigh * Oh, my boys… never stop the loving.
And my God, Stephen, the Conan love you expressed last night was beyond awesome, landing somewhere in the Irresistibly Adorable Galaxy of the OMFG Caity IS Going To Explode Supercluster.
I love that you fawned over the zany recurring Conan characters and then (gasp!) stole Conan’s invisible strings… those wonderful, sexy strings. They look really good on you!
My heart has already been melting with all Conan’s recent farewell segments of favorite past antics(the final State of the Show made me tear up), and then Jon came on to try to convince Conan that it’s a bad idea for such a pale person to move to California and now to see you heaping on the adoration is just… I am drowning in nostalgia and a touch of sadness.
* ginormous sigh * Oh, my boys… never stop the loving.