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After a week watching new Late Late Show host Craig Ferguson flail behind his desk proves a predictably unpleasant experience, Slate's Dana Stevens does the only rational thing: pledging to watch tonight's show while really, really high:

Tonight, while Fergie talks to Jeremy Piven and G. Love, I will be taking the advice of a reader who wrote in to say, hey, if late-night television is really designed for the sleepless and the stoned, why don't you try watching it, well, that way? Against the advice of my lawyer, my doctor, and my mom (but with the tacit approval of my morally challenged editor), that is exactly what I plan to do. Tune in tomorrow (yes, Saturday) for the no-doubt-terrifying results.

Let's hope that Gonzo Dana picks the correct poison to get her through the experience, because a couple of hits from the bong ain't gonna cut it. She's going to need the kind of firepower commonly blasted between the toes to make it all worthwhile.