I think the best thing about Christmas is its end. It doesn’t trail off, or go out with a whimper; Boxing Day and that’s that. Pack up all the ersatz sentimentality and the go go boys in elf hats and move on. Safe for one more year from Bing Crosby and David Bowie sneering at each other over Little Drummer Boy.
Of course, one still needs to deal with the snow drift of bad news that always shows up just in time for the New York Times’ teddibly, teddibly tasteful obituary extravaganza. Every year, some loss just seems more bitter than others, or just too much cumulatively. David Bowie AND Prince?
And some bad news that just adds to the sum of woe. I don’t know how I missed the bulletin that Terry Jones of Monty Python has dementia, but I just stumbled on it this evening and then the very next page I opened was MJ’s Infomaniac to find out the charmingly insane Kabuki had died.
Several of us bloggers sort of started out as commenters on other more established sites and none of us was funnier or more droll and bizarre than Kabuki. His comments were always less to do with the topic than they were news reports from deep left field. They weren’t simply written, they were crafted. Of course, tin foil hats that block the alien beams are crafted too.
Also, he was always very appreciative of not only the lurid photos I use as illustration here, but he always, ALWAYS, enthused the most over the very ones which I liked the best. We were sympatico in the ways of feelthy pictures. So, to wish farewell to a star, a gigastar unlike any other, here