Thursday, June 25, 2009
Jeez, Michael Jackson is dead. Excuse me for not getting on the "Aw, Michael Jackson is dead" train. I've always been of a mind that "Jacko" died a long time ago. Yep. I am a member, in firm standing, of the Michael-Jackson-Was-Murdered-And-Substituted-By-An-Alien-Who-Took-His-Form persuasion.
Which leads me to think the Michael Jackson autopsy will be a grim affair indeed ...
Sorta like that scene from John Carpenter's "The Thing" ...
Yeah, OK. I know that's cruel. His music -- a highly synthesized, Quincy Jonezed mutation of Smokey Robinson -- ain't my cup of tea, but I can recognize his musical and performance genius. The truth is, Jackson has gone to a very dark place for the last 15 years or so. Thinking he's been replaced by an alien parasite is a more comforting thought.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Twenty years ago. Hard to believe, ain't it?
Sadly, "the whole world is watching" only works when the whole world is actually watching. The real story has been dropped in the Memory Hole of history. We only know it by its absence; the unimaginable scene of horror that must have taken place when they cleared the reporters out, the cameras weren't rolling, and the tanks were.
Balls of steel, this guy. A true hero.
There's a vortex of poisonous plastic double the size of Texas swirling in the Pacific. Who knew?