Break A Leg, Coco

The day is finally here for fans of Conan O’Brien: the whiskey snortin’ leprechaun cavortin’ wizard of late night returns to television.

Unfortunately, I won’t be watching.

It’s not that I don’t want to.  I watched (through the miracle of DVR) pretty much every Tonight Show he hosted (yeah, I know there were seven months worth of them, so that’s not saying much).  And as someone whose bedtime falls between 11:00 and midnight, his show is on at a great time for me.

But when The Civee and I moved back in March, we chose not to subscribe to cable.  In the past seven months, this is the first time I’ve missed having a few hundreds of channels.

Luckily, I’ll be able to catch up with Conan eventually.  His Website (or TBS’) will stream each show the following day.  So it’s not like Conan will go unwatched (but if things keep going the way they are, the talentless Jay Leno’s show may well go unwatched).

Even though I won’t be able to watch live, I’ve gotten caught up in the buzz around Conan’s new show.  Last week, the show hosted a contest giving away 10,000 t-shirts (1,000 each day, with a new shirt every day) to Web users who followed the Team Coco Twitter.  Each day, you had to be one of the first 1,000 people to go to a Web site and enter a code that was tweeted.  The first day, I won a shirt.  For the rest of the week, I didn’t schedule my life around the contest, but I was often around a computer when they would tweet the secret code.  Three of those days I entered the code within 30 seconds, but was not one of the lucky thousand.  And another day, I misspelled the code. But at least I won one t-shirt. And it has a blimp on it.

Thanks, Conan!