The "Wait" is almost over....

My goodness, fellow Coconuts, Cocofiles, Conandos, and Soldiers in the Conan Army. Look how far we've come. The wait for Coco has now ticked down to one month. 31 short days until we can park our posteriors on our respective couches and watch our Ginger Giant make his glorious return. Or, for a select and VERY lucky few, 31 days until the seats of Stage 15 on the Warner Bros. lot are filled with an audience poised to witness television history unfold before their very eyes.
What a trip it has been, eh fellow travelers of Coco Road? We've seen beards, bands, tours, Tweets, squirrels, an inflatable bat, the 60 minutes interview, trunk-yogurt, Jim Carrey dressed as Superman, an appendix scar, a chair shaped like a high-heeled shoe, Time Magazine, the most glorious washing of a desk in the history of desk washing, string dancing, Bieber-dissing, a huge-ass sub sandwich, and now a blimp. An honest-to-God blimp. It is orange and everything. We've experienced much wonder since January 22nd of this year, and it only looks as if it will get better, OH SO MUCH BETTER, from here on out. Every day opens up new and exciting opportunities to enter and enjoy the world of "Conan." (The show. And kind of the person, although we should respect his privacy and refrain from actually "entering" his anything.) Do things this awesome-arific really exist in the sad and bogus world in which we live? I say we dare to believe it. It might be cynical not to.
On a personal note, I have slowed way down on writing these blog-posts, my words lamenting the absence of our hero. Why? Because actually, they really aren't needed anymore. On kind of a nostalgic whim, I read back through all 30+ posts, the first written on Feb 16th when we were in TOTAL darkness about Conan and his future, the following posts documenting the milestones between those unsure days and these amazing ones. At that time, with so much uncertainty, I felt that a blog would help us to gather our thoughts, to make a game plan, and to patiently wait for the next bit of news. I felt like I was providing a service of sorts....putting voice to some of the feelings we were all having. Reading back on some of them....boy, I was pissed! Wow. I barely recognize myself in some of the rants. But that anger needed to be vented, in order to get me, get us, from then....to now.
The "now" portion of our journey is amazing. We have a new show on the horizon with tons of photos, commercials, and behind-the-scenes sneak-peeks to keep us occupied in the meantime. And that brings me to the biggest (and bestest) reason I that I don't write so much anymore....Aaron Bleyaert, our beloved Bley (or Bley-Bley, or Bley-Bear, or whatever you like best) is the world's most amazing and talented blogger, and he keeps us up on any and every detail of any and everything that is going on with Conan, the show, or life in general. Any attempt by me to reiterate his info would fall flat in comparison. Like a deflated blimp. Sadness.
You see, at one time there was an "us" and a "them" in the world of Team Coco. We were separated by gag orders and legal jargon and time. While Bley wrote about what was going on in their camp, I would try to answer with my own tales of the wait. But now, in these last few weeks, our worlds have converged, and there is no "we" and "they." Bley now speaks for all of us, about the goings-on of "our" world. He has brought us into the fold....heck, he even created a "Fan Friday" post wherein we get celebrated! And, a thingy where we can ask Conan questions (which I think is called the "Ask Conan Thingy.") It's like we have so much access, listening to me drone on would be redundant and sad. And redundant. So I will allow Bley to weave his magical tales of television, and I will sit down and enjoy the show. (Not to say that I might not pop up now and again, to share my thoughts....but I promise to make them relevant. And short. Oh God yes, short would be wonderful.....)