Michael Jackson.
He's dead... I get it.
He changed the face of music... I get it.
Many people are sad he's gone... I get it.
Guess what... he's still dead.
He didn't come back three days later so he's not the savior.
Can we move along now and deal with the issues of people who are still alive?
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Let's move along
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Dude, you are preaching to the choir here.
I am frankly disgusted by all the media hooha--especially because I think MJ was a complete monster--or I would be, if I were not in the complete media blackout that is the deep North woods! Yay for media blackouts.
AMEN!!!
AND NOW, FOR THE VOICE OF REASON...
What? Hell, just kidding.
Blottie Is Out. Batten down the hatches, people!!!!
:)
THANK YOU!!!!
Well said.
Oh thank God! Or rather, thank Bob!
*protracted SIGH!!!!*
Don't care. Never cared. Don't want to know what was in his stomach or whether he was wearing underpants. I would like to read THE NEWS PLEASE?!
:D
Agreed. Iran got swiped right out of the picture.
Who's Michael Jackson?
WV: cosed (As in case closed)
I can't believe you guys are tired of hearing about the Queen of Pop. I mean the King of flop. No, what what he again? The master of weird? No, seriously, he needs to just go on to Never never land and never, never return.
If they really do have the funeral at Staples Center I might have to leave town for a while.
Seriously. This place is complete and total crazy.
This is my life...
Shara showing up tomorrow as I return from feeding the ferals.
If that isn't enough, my head still hurts.
If that isn't enough, I'm up at midnight to make a freakin' mattress. Yes, all in Rachel Ashwell. It'll be a "pretty" mattress.
How in the hell did I end up with just a mattress? 30 years of bliss and a mattress. That's just stupid. Yes, if I were a writer there's a book in there. I'm not a writer.
Bacon. Bob, leave me alone. I just went to the store for eggs at nearly midnight. I forgot bacon. I'll get some in the morning. She's from Texas. She'll need bacon.
I just walked through the house. I have shredded paper towels in the kitchen I have to clean up and a darling teddy with his guts pulled out in my studio, thanks to T-Bone. Life will be easier next week, right?
XO Blottie
Megs... there's room at the Abode of Bobness. And I hear Suzy has a spare mattress.
I'm off to the park. I stashed every extra thing in plastic bags and threw them into the garage. I learned that trick from my younger sister. FINALLY, I get to use it! The "mattress" is still unmade. I'll get to that when I return. Hopefully Shara won't be sitting on the front stoop when I arrive. Please God. Please, cut me some slack.
Megs, the mattress is always yours. It comes with a really lovely room. Oh, and bacon.
XO
P.S. How did I end up with just the mattress?
But if we stopped reporting on him, what would we talk about? The economy? The nation's energy policy? The war in Iraq? Our crumbling national infrastructure? The trillions of dollars recently added to the national debt? Climate change? The horrific fact that 2/3rds of our nation's economy is still based on buying crap?
Sheesh, what a downer. Let's talk incessantly about the freak, already.
I agree with Mr. P. He's right, you know? Wow, I now have Mr. P and Dr. P. Hummmmmmmmmm. Interesting. Too bad she's already married with three kids. And yes Dr. P, I know you read this! Hey you!!! Of course I'm laughing.
Hi Bob.
What?
Jeasus. I thought it was Thursday. It's Friday. I missed the garbage pickup. That is just stupid funny.
No, she's still not here.
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