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I just got back from a 2-weeker in California… but not the California that you would think of; I was pretty much next door to Death Valley living out of tents and spinning up for my next hiatus to my favorite vacation spot.  And believe me, I really felt like I was there.  The land, the temperatures and the nothingness were strikingly familiar.  The only difference is that I was able to keep connected to civilization via my Crackberry (yes, I gave in and joined the other millions of people that own that thing; I would’ve bought the iPhone but couldn’t justify AT&T’s rates).

So anyway, I kept up with the news using my mobile internet… I guess Michael Jackson kicked the bucket among other celebrities recently.  Ha, maybe he’ll get greeted by “Heeeere’s Michael!” wherever he may end up.  Sad enough…

For about 5 minutes, I overlooked how screwed up he was and had some childhood flashbacks: that dude was the man when I was a small kid (and no, I wasn’t molested by him back then either); he was my hero.  I remember I had the guitar solo and lyrics to “Beat It” memorized by Kindergarten (yes, I was that young when it came out).

And then that 5-minute flashback was over and it was back to the business at hand… and that flashback happened about a week ago.  Then I checked the news the next day when I had some time.  Every headline had the name Michael Jackson in it.  So much for my high hopes of reading about how the Iranian government almost got overthrown… maybe if Michael Jackson ran for president instead of that Mousavi guy, the mutiny would’ve succeeded (at least, that’s what I’d deduce solely based off the priority of news coverage).

After about 2 days of Michael Jackson this and Michael Jackson that, I quit checking the news on my Crackberry.  I got home yesterday and turned on the news, and it’s STILL all they’re talking about!!  His autopsy, his funeral, his kids, who’s their daddy, some secret girlfriend, his dumbass dad, his will, his weirdness… guess what?  I DON’T CARE.  The dude’s dead – let it go.  How the hell is his will or autopsy, or even whether or not his kids are of his blood, going to affect my life (or anyone else’s for that matter)?!

I’ve never seen such ridiculousness… oh wait, I forgot the world stopped for about a month after Anna Nicole Smith overdosed: her media-meter pegged from trailer trash to Marilyn Monroe overnight.  What the hell is wrong with people… let it go.  Everything will be alright and life will go on.

And in case you’re wondering, I don’t give a shit about Gov. Mark Sanford either… it’s a shame and he should probably resign, but really?  Weeks of coverage?

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