A Kellerman Karol
12/24/2015
Hiya, folks!
I haven’t blogged in a while, and I thought to myself, what
better time to start again than on that jolliest of holiday times, Christmas
Eve?
Wow, it’s hard to believe it, but I’ve been on the internet
for five whole years as of this month! Yowza! My, how time flies!
In the time I’ve been on the internet and re-starting my
brilliant and beautiful career as a creative genius and advice guru, I have
accomplished so many wonderful things. I have made so many wonderful Youtube
videos, continuing the career path I started in the 1980s when I launched my
original series THE JEREMY KELLERMAN ADVICE HOUR. I have posted countless (I
mean you could count them if you wanted and you should because it’s so
inspiring to know how prolific I am) blog posts here on THE JEREMY KELLERMAN
BLOG! I’ve even created a few audio masterpieces, visual art, and I even
released my first videogame, BUTT, which was even a featured game on the game
console OUYA [defunct]! My honor could not soar any higher without bursting
into flames in the upper atmosphere.
There is seriously no limit to the amount of inspirational
glory that I can create when I set my mind to it. I am such an amazing person
and I’m so grateful to be me. And I hope my greatness inspires you to be
grateful for yourself, too, even if you aren’t the kind of person who is
constantly producing high quality creative content that inspires and provokes
profundity in all who experience it.
The internet has also been a great way to make friends that
I wouldn’t have met within the confines of my native Michigan, majestic though
this great state is. I’ve met musical angels like Vasamotion, of the Alaskan
tundras, and Hussalonia, of the New York tundras. I’ve met a writer friend,
Leonard Kirke, of the Ohio tundras, who has been really helpful in producing my
literary masterpieces and editing stuff for me. From the Vermont tundras there
are my game developer friends known collectively as “Not a Hipster Coffee
Shop,” including such luminaries as Ryan Leslie, Jak Tiano, Matt Struble, Zach
“Dumpster Tree,” Chas Elterman, and so many other wonderful people. Who could
forget folks like Brendon Bigley and rap master Trey Cole? I even met Jim
Crawford, the creator of something called “Frog Fractions.” I was published in
the online journal The Seattle Star, founded by fellow starman Omar Wiley and
co. I was absorbed into the world of Shaye Saint John, that gorgeous Hollywood
starlet, and discovered her documentarian chronicler, Larry Wessel. Last but
most definitely not least, I met Sven Hegedus, a spirit so ethereally beautiful
that I can scarcely believe his glow.
These have been five really fantastic years, and they’ve
only convinced me ever more how much light I bring into the world and how great
it will be to keep shining with my high beams on full-on throttle, yes.
To conclude this meditation of gratitude and positive
attitude, I’ll tell you sweet sprites in the universe a tale of a dream I just
had during a Christmas Eve nap.
In the dream, I was woken up from my sleep at midnight by
the ghost of Reginald P. Quest, one of my great mentors here at WXVH, Channel
23, Ann Arbor local access.
Reggie Reg told me that I would be visited by three spirits
(he used a different word at first but I told him he was being racist again so
then he clarified and it was fine) who would impart to me some important
truths. As Reggie well knows, I am always up and/or down for that. Truths being
imparted by spiritual beings is pretty much what I’m all about. I channel that
stuff for the masses, because my job is deeply important to the psycho-emotional-spirituo-health
of many a soul.
So he said to go back to sleep and the spirits would visit
me at 1 AM, 2 AM, and 3 AM. I asked if they could come sooner because I need my
beauty snooze, but he said everything was pre-arranged and couldn’t be rescheduled
and he was sorry and I said that’s okay Reggie I know you do your best.
As he told me to, I went back to sleep and sure enough, when
my genuine Rubendo Digi-Watch tingled at 1 AM, I was woken up again. The spirit
turned out to be my nephew Scott, waking me up to ask me if I bought him that
video game thing he wanted for Christmas. I told him no, the video game store
said they don’t sell any electronic “wands” and didn’t know what I was talking
about, and I told they guy I don’t know what the kids today like either. Then
Scott went on this big rampage about how when he was a kid I never bought him
the 4 Non Blondes cassette and I told him I was sorry but I just didn’t think
it was appropriate for a kid his age. Then he said some bad words and cried a
little and I knew he was missing Vickie like I do every Christmas and so I
hugged it out with him and then he went into the living room to eat pie and I
went back to sleep.
Some spirit! I guess that one was absent or something.
At 2 AM, once again that tingle sound woke me up. I didn’t
see a spirit this time either. I went into the kitchen for some water and found
Scott choking. That silly billy dropped one of his action figure accessories
into his pie and was choking. I drove him to the ER and it took forever because
I couldn’t find my dang keys. When we got there the staff was really happy to
see him. They gave him the “Heimlich Manure” and popped that little plastic toy
thing out of him and then they hung out for a while. Scott is friends with the ER
staff because things like this happen to him a lot. They were glad he visited
on Christmas. He better not have done this on purpose!
In the waiting room I met my old pal, Daily Flyleaf reporter
extraordinaire, Rupert Pinstripe. I asked him why he was there and he just
mumbled “John Lithgow flashbacks.” We talked about Christmas traditions and he
said every year on Christmas he plays his favorite holiday album, “Solstice
Rectitude 29.” I told him that Scott and I carry on the tradition that Victoria
and I started back in the 1980s, our annual Christmas visit to the Hergunglarg
in downtown Ann Arbor. I told him about how it makes me miss Vickie so much,
but that Scott and I grow closer every year when we share in that experience
and in our memories of her. The Hergunglarg is such an awe-inspiring sight to
see, and it’s never quite the same experience twice.
Rupert asked me what my Christmas wish for the year is, and
if I thought the Hergunglarg would make it come true. I told him my wish was
for world peace, for a movie to be made of my glorious life, and also to finish
my wisdom book, the Kellermonicon, very soon. I asked Rupert what he wished for
and he said his Christmas wish is for people to stop making commercials and
greeting cards with imagery of animals with human teeth.
Eventually Scott was released, I bid Rupert a fond farewell
and a merry Christmas and/or solstice, and then Scott and I went home and I got
back to bed. Finally, at 3 AM, my watch tingle-dingled for the final time that
morn. I wasn’t expecting much, since I hadn’t seen any of the predicted
spirits. But this time, something did happen.
Standing in front of me as I sprawled out on my bed, there
was a man. At least I think it was a man. I don’t remember much about the body…I
just can’t remember it. But the face was weird. It was like someone wearing a
paper plate as a mask, with a face drawn on the bottom of the plate. The face
was smiling at me, in a weird smile. It was kind of like a cartoon face. It
beckoned me forward with an outstretched hand, motioning downwards and towards
it, the Japanese way. Something about this thing was very, very familiar.
Whenever I blinked or looked away and back, its face changed. Sometimes it
smiled, sometimes it cried, sometimes it looked angry. Sometimes it smiled in a
way that didn’t seem really happy.
I followed it and the room shimmered and shivered and
wiggled and woggled. Soon I was no longer in my room, but a graveyard. I saw
Victoria’s grave, but of course it was empty. The strange thing is that someone
had dug out all the dirt, and deep down at the bottom was like a portal or
vision. I saw streets, sacred cows, monkeys, elephants, and the Taj Mahal. Then
the strange figure motioned to me again, and I followed him to another grave.
It was MINE. But there was no date of birth or death listed. Instead, there was
only an infinity symbol, a dash, and another infinity symbol where the dates
should be.
My grave was dug out, too, and there was a vision at the
bottom of mine as well. This vision showed me back on the set of my classic
television series, THE JEREMY KELLERMAN ADVICE HOUR. I looked as great as ever,
so beautiful. Perfect moustache, perfect. I was smiling really big at the camera
and I could just tell I was about to say something, when a door opened. Behind
me, at the back of the set, the plate-faced guy/person/thing who had brought me
to this vision burst through the door from the set to the outside parking lot
and held a gun at me. I stared at it in utter fear.
Everything rewound, like someone was rewinding an old VHS
tape, and I was about to speak all over again. This time the smile on my face
froze in the moment, my eyes large, expectant, like I knew the words already
but was still trying to find them anyway. The audience was waiting for me. I
was the audience, and I was waiting for me. I was about to say something.
Suddenly everything shifted. I was shooting through space
and time. I saw brains hooked up to a computer thing somewhere in space. I saw
a man-sized teddy bear wandering the streets. There was a dark, ornate office
building. Then there was an audience on a sunny afternoon, and then they were
replaced by balloons that floated away. An old woman sat on a bench in a park.
A young man sipped a drink at a bar. Deborah’s face rose up from the abyss,
angry-looking. Victoria screamed. Victoria was smiling. Victoria was far away.
Scott was crying. Lance collapsed against my host chair on the set. Victoria
was gone, but she was still there. I could hear the theme song of The Jeremy
Kellerman Advice Hour echoing through the corridors of space.
Then the vision ended. I was back in my room. The
plate-faced person danced in a mildly provocative way in front of me. I stared
transfixed at the slow, sensuous movements. The drawn look on its face was a
simple, cheerful smile. I blinked, and the face became mischievous, and it held
up a finger to its face as if to whisper “Shh…” It pointed to its wrist, to
indicate my watched. I looked, and it was 6 AM. When I looked back up, its face
was a grin. I blinked, it was gone.
Suddenly I woke up, and checked my watch. It was only half
past 3 AM.
Scott was in the bathroom throwing up. He had too many
peppermint drinks, silly goosey. It happens every year!
I wondered about my strange dream. What did it mean? I
thought a lot about it and I decided that it was some sort of disorganized allegory
for my life, maybe mixed with a premonition and lots of complex metaphors.
The more I thought about it, though, I remembered that it
started with the ghost of my mentor Reginald P. Quest and he’s not dead. So it
was probably just a weirdo dream or hallucination brought on by that
Ramune-drinking contest I had with Scott earlier. Those Japanese sodas pack a
wallop! Plus I took a giant gulp of what I thought was egg nog, but it turned
out to be that brown liquid that Deb sometimes stores in the fridge. I keep
telling her to put labels on drink containers if she’d re-using him! That
goofus. She’s off on one of her “jaunts” again, gone for two weeks now. Oh
well, more Christmas cheer for me and Scotters!
I hope you enjoyed this joyous blog update for the holiday
season, and that whatever holiday and/or rituals you celebrate this time of
year, they are merry.
I hope, too, that in the future I will bring you more
exciting goodness, Kellermaniacs. There are lots of projects I hope to accomplish
and/or delegate to others to accomplish. Of course the Kellermonicon is still
in progress, it marches on. I’m in talks with a trusted collaborator to make a
biopic/documentary of my life a reality. I’m in further talks with a certain
eccentric baloney-based fast food magnate to create yet another video game, in
addition to another video game project or two I’ve been considering. And
someday I might get the Kellerman Family Band back together, as well as
producing an album for my good friend Marty Stevens. There might even be a
fresh re-release of the classic 1989 era theme song of THE JEREMY KELLERMAN
ADVICE HOUR on the way! Not to mention the possible first-ever LIVE READING OF KELLERMAN
WRITINGS! Who knows? Plus there are hopefully more stories, videos, and other
fun just waiting to be born anew.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, glad tidings, comfort and
joy, creative wonder, and infinite love to all of you,
THINK WELL, LIVE WELL, AND BE WELL,
JEREMY KELLERMAN
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