“Nathan Fillion touched me.”
That was the text message I received from my sister during her attendance at the St. Louis Comic-Con where she indulged her kids’ dreams (OK, her own dreams) of seeing a real-life Doctor Who and the aforementioned, Mr. Fillion, star of “Castle” and “Firefly.” My immediate response was to tell her to throw him into the trunk of her car.
Stephanie was a superfan of “Firefly” and I remember how, several weeks ago, she built up to telling me who was going to be at the St. Louis event. “Did I mention William Shatner? Oh, and Norman Reedus?” (Reedus later canceled his appearance prompting a conspiracy theory of Mulder-proportions as to what was going to happen during “The Walking Dead” finale).
“And Matt Smith. And, uh, Nathan Fillion.” NATHAN FILLION!!! Shriek-city.
Tampa gets a decent crop of supporting stars at its comic-cons, but nothing like the group she was describing. I told her I was happy for her (yeah, right), after all, I did get to meet Jimmy Fallon a few months ago.
At the comic-con, she stood in line a long time for the privilege of sending me that text and getting next year’s Christmas card pic out of the way early. Sorry John and Max, maybe you can be photoshopped in behind my niece Hannah.
Congrats, Stephanie. But you should have still thrown him into the trunk of the car.
The old man of “Late Night” David Letterman announced his retirement last week. I’ve been DVRing Letterman since the contraption came into the house.
Granted, I do a lot of fast-forwarding. I don’t always listen to the monologue. I go right for the Top 10 list and the first guest.
I appreciate Letterman’s snark with celebrities. But, I especially like his chats with the non-celebrities — the Medal of Honor winners, the world hunger and climate change experts.
He’s smart. He’s opinionated. And not afraid to show it.
As much as I love Fallon’s antics, and games and musical numbers, I also love a good conversation. Letterman excels at those.
Who will replace him? No one comes immediately to mind.