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Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Requiem For A Despicable Year

I have a very different kind of eulogy today. Two notes: if you're confused by the term Dark Cabal Of The Infernal Gossip, it's from posts I wrote a good long while back (good God, my posts have continuity now). And I've never actually watched The Walking Dead.

“Dear friends, onlookers, and paparazzi. Welcome one and all, greetings and salutations, as we come together to mourn a friend who seemed to have been with us for such a short time. And it was a short time, after all. Even with the extra day, 366 days doesn’t seem long enough to get to know a year properly. Yes, we’ve come to lay to rest our beloved friend, the year 2016.

It wasn’t a surprise when I was asked to come and emcee this whole affair. I mean, after all, everyone wants a piece of Ryan Seacrest these days. I’ve hosted scores of events and series down through the years with my patented vacant grin and deer in the headlights eyes. I’ve been the go to guy for American Idol, which sooner or later is going to make a big comeback... wait, why is my agent shaking her head? It’s not coming back?

Oh, well, I digress.

Everybody in the world loves me. Well, with the exception of cranky Metallica drummers who for whatever reason seem to spend a lot of time in Canada where he’s moonlighting as a cop. I don’t know what that guy’s problem is, maybe he gets up on the wrong side of the bed every single day of the year. All I know is that a lot of my fellow entertainment journalist personalities are locked away behind prison bars for the rest of their lives for a little taking over the world scheme, and he’s responsible for it. Our mighty Dark Cabal Of The Infernal Gossip was shattered by him. And I’m the only one of us who managed to skate on the conspiracy charges, thanks to that lovely law clerk who had a thing for me and got rid of the evidence against me. Wait, did I say that out loud? Forget I said anything!

My point is this: I can promise him this: one day, when you’re least expecting it, Lars... we’re going to get even with you.

Anyway, this is not the time for scheming revenge on cranky heavy metal drummers. I saw 2016 come into the world when 2015 got the boot. December 31st, 2015 became January 1st, 2016, and I was right there hosting things from Times Square with all those crowds of tourists for the big bash, because let’s face it, real New Yorkers never come to Times Square for New Year’s Eve. And I saw 2016 out in its final seconds with Dick Clark’s Rocking New Year’s Eve, and sure, we had that whole incident with Mariah flubbing her performance. By the way, Mariah? Totally not our fault on our side of things, so, in the spirit of the occasion, nyah nyah nyah nyah!

Where was I? Oh, yes, getting completely off track. You’ll forgive me, I sometimes get completely off track from what I was saying. It seems to be a common thing among us showbiz-journalist types. I mean, we’re talking about one thing and we wander off in another direction, as if we get easily distracted by.... ooo! Bright shiny object!

Sorry, I'm getting off track again. Where was I? Oh, right. Funeral for 2016.

How do we bid goodbye to such a momentous year? Well, by coming together and grieving together and getting together for the red carpet ceremony afterwards. Because when you attend a funeral, it doesn’t matter so much as to who you’re mourning but as to whose design you’re wearing, am I right, ladies?

2016 wasn’t with us that long. When we first met him, he was an adorable little baby in a diaper and top hat and sash. When he left, he was a decrepit old man in a robe leaning on a staff, insisting the nurses were stealing his money, and warning us that 2017 was going to be even worse. Between you and me? I think the old bastard lost his marbles. Just don’t tell him I said that, because you’re not supposed to say bad things about the deceased at their funeral. Oh, wait... did I actually call him an old bastard out loud?

Well, if I did, I did, it’s too late to make amends, so I’ll just shrug and promise not to say it again.

Where was I? Oh, yes, talking about the deceased. We all saw 2016 come in. The year that’s passed us all by started with Zika on everyone’s minds. What’s the Zika virus going to do? Is it going to mutate and become some sort of zombie virus? Is that the way The Walking Dead comes to life and ends up becoming reality? Can we go to Rio for the Olympics and not catch Zika? How do you spell Zika? Is Zika related to Tia Tequila? Is Zika a good name for a baby? Those were the big questions early in the year.

2016 brought us together in lots of ways. Pop culture, which is kind of my speciality. And since I mentioned it anyway in that last aside, I’ll mention it again. And no, I am not being paid extra by the producers to give the show any extra exposure. We all gasped with horror when Negan killed Glenn and what’s his name on The Walking Dead. Now rumour has it that there are some people out there who don’t watch The Walking Dead. Well, they don’t know what they’re missing, and they’re gonna be sorry in Season Eight when Lori comes back from the dead and nobody on the show’s questioning why she’s still alive.

Wait, did I say that out loud? Sorry, producers! I didn’t mean to spill the big reveal!

I’m getting off track again. That happens a lot, doesn’t it? My agent tells me that the guy who wrote this, out there beyond the Fourth Wall, thinks I’m an idiot and that getting off track is a common thing for a moron. Come on, Lucille, we’ve talked about this, and there is no such thing as the Fourth Wall. And I’m a really smart... um, what were we talking about?

Oh, right! 2016! Big year. Lots of things happening. We had that Olympics thing going on in Brazil. We had Americans competing and winning lots of medals. We completely ignored every other country, because that’s what American networks do every single Olympics. I imagine other countries might find that kind of obnoxious, but hey, it’s us.

We had athletes who did us proud in those two weeks of sterling competition with the whole world. And then we had Ryan Lochte, who made up a story about getting robbed and set off an international incident. Ryan’s explanation? He said, and I quote: my bad.

It’s been quite a year on the usual celebrity death watch. Lots of great famous people, some of whom I interviewed myself, and who must have felt humbled to be interviewed by me. Others I hadn’t gotten the chance to interview, or who told me to go **** myself. I mean, I didn’t know Leonard Cohen had that word in his vocabulary.

We lost Cohen, we lost David Bowie, we lost Prince, and we lost George Michael.

We lost Muhummad Ali and Arnold Palmer. Harper Lee. Glenn Frey. Garry Shandling.

We lost Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds pretty much all at once.

We lost Alan Rickman. We lost John Glenn. We lost Nancy Reagan.

Anton Yelchin went before his time. Gene Wilder is dead.

Castro finally went to that great big cigar factory in the sky.

We lost Alan Thicke, Florence Henderson, Zsa Zsa Gabor. Sitcom geniuses, all of them. How could anyone not be broken up by the fact that they’re not with us anymore? What’s that, Lucille? Sorry, folks, my agent’s telling me that the guy out there beyond the Fourth Wall didn’t care less about any of those three. Hey! That’s just mean, man!

We lost Abe Vigoda.

Abe Vigoda? Didn’t he die thirty years ago?

My point is that whole year, it seemed like the celebrity grim reaper was way too busy.

And we had that whole endless election thing going on here during 2016. I know, a lot of people are still upset by all of that, and aren’t optimistic about what happens this year. I know it’s left a lot of open wounds between all sides involved, but think of it this way: someday last year’s election hijinks are going to make great drama of the year material. Maybe an HBO miniseries, or an Oscar winner. Maybe I’ll still be doing the red carpet thing talking to actors about how privileged they were to play Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton or Ben Carson or Bernie Sanders or Anthony Weiner. Assuming the Tweeter In Chief didn’t manage to set off a nuclear war before that.

Well, 2016 is gone. And for the record, standing here as long as I have? Maybe we need to figure out a way to bury them faster than we do. He’s been gone nearly two weeks now, and even with a closed casket, things are a bit ripe up here.

2016 is survived by his successor, 2017, who is nearly two weeks old, and is already in his Terrible Twos phase a bit early as you can... Hey! 2017! What did we tell you? Ankle biting is a no-no! Bad baby! Bad!

Where was I? Oh yes. Well, 2016, some of us are deeply mourning you. Others are glad you’re gone. You made a big impression on us, either way, and we’ll never forget you. Especially by the end of 2017 when we all find ourselves looking back fondly on 2016 and saying that in comparison, it wasn’t that bad.

So, in conclusion, I can only say... Carl is going to die in episode four, season eight of The Walking Dead, and it’s going to leave a lot of people feeling very upset.

Wait, did I say that out loud?"


  1. I like the baby name meme. I had such trouble with that because I was a teacher for seven years. ;) I lost a lot of good names to students I didn't care to remember. Finally I vowed not to name my daughter after any of my students, which narrowed my list a lot!

  2. The trouble with 2016 is that its progeny will live on and on to wreak havoc on the world. Unless, of course, wearing orange squirrels on one's head goes out of style. We can only hope! LOVED that baby-naming cartoon! Sheesh! Ain't it the truth?

  3. You can always tell when a year has been really bad. There was nothing good on Reality Television. And there hasn't been since The Flavor of Love! *sigh*

  4. Ryan Seacrest eulogizing 2016--how appropriate! Just think of what he'll have to say about 2017!

    We lost so many people in 2016--but Trump is still around. What did we do wrong?

  5. I'm one of those who do not, repeat, do not watch the Walking Dead. I thought Zombies and ghouls were a sick read in the comics when I was young, and I really haven't changed my mind.

  6. @Kelly: very good idea!

    @Lowell: we shall see how quickly the Orange One is undone.

    @Diane: last year was a wretched one!

    @Norma: it seemed entirely appropriate for it to be Seacrest. I don't think he'd like my take on him, but then it's easy to confuse someone that stupid.

    @Mari: I've seen bits and pieces, enough to shrug and wonder what the point is. I've never sat through an episode. I just don't get the zombie genre, generally speaking.

  7. Love love love when you post about Lars !

    cheers, parsnip

  8. Okay, I can live with whatever happens to Carl, but don't you dare suggest Lori will come back!!!


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