I am supposed to be watching Abe Lincoln Vampier Slayer, for the umpteenth time, while reading the Sunday Times. There was only time for the Book Review today. I did not have the leisure to enjoy of filling the bed with inked pages and cats, so I saved the "news" for after the Bletchley Circle, Game of Thrones, and Shameless. I do wish I'd gotten to it earlier though. Lighting is poor at night in my little room but I want to share this with you now, then you can read it tomorrow over your Monday tea or coffee break. Here's the link:
Do you watch Jimmy Fallon? I do. Or I do now. Initially, I was a Letterman watcher but lately he seems to be more of a crotchety old dude who needs a glass of warm milk and an early bedtime than a late night entertainer. Oh? He's always been like that? Hmm. Never cared for Kimmel, Craig Ferguson is often just too silly-giggly, Leno was unlikable, and Conan still scares the heck out of me. I feel about him the way some people feel about clowns. He reminds me of a cockerel that comes to life in the closet when the lights go off, so when I cannot sleep and my book isn't helping, I watch the late night "funny men." Fallon's foolishness makes me laugh out loud for real (lolfr). When I get it. And he's talented. Entertaining. That's the best word for why I catch his routine when there is nothing else . . . Okay, moving on.
The lovely bicycle thank-you notes are from my lovely friend, Angela. Aren't they perfect for spring? Is also a reminder to ask for a bike on my birthday. And a helmet.
So, I fell for Fallon the first night I watched him write his thank-you notes. He won me over with that little skit. And the fact that he "uses" a lovely pen. What has me up this late is the title, "The Found Art of Thank-you Notes! Hallelujah and Amen! My sphincter muscle tightens every time I read or hear about the LOST art of writing with pen and ink, and using a stamped envelope. The arts of communicating with pen and paper are lost to those are lost. We, the letter-postcard-thankyou note writers are never lost. Are we?
Remember back when Ellen asked her viewing audience to write to her? Well, I wrote the show and asked when was the last time she wrote a letter. You know I never received a response, right? It gets my goat when I hear people who don't even write checks these days to weigh in on what we do so well: Correspondence and mail art!
Back to Fallon again. I am so anal, I fret over those wasted thank-you notes he uses as props! Laugh with me, at me, okay? 'Cause some of his notes are funny enough to make me forget it's just humor. My favorite here is "Thank you, cotton candy for making my grandmother's hair look delicious." I especially like his wind-up before putting pen to paper. That, my friends, is funny.
Go on. Read the piece and tell me what you think. I won't spoil anything for you by sharing more quotes from the article. Read, and let's have a discussion. Then we must write to Mr. Fallon. We must write him thank-you notes in return!
Oops! I slipped. I'm signing off with this special quote:
Where messages in an inbox look little different from spam, a tidy square in a mailbox crammed with bills commands attention. So does the vision of that other anachronism: penmanship.
Hold on to that word penmanship.
Now, write on!