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Michael Jackson

From an excellent piece on Time regarding the life/death of Michael Jackson:

But as the first grieving fades, and all those people Jackson’s lawyers paid to keep quiet get other people to pay for their stories, the tabloid tattling will return. The noise should be as instructive as it is ugly. It will force Michael Jackson’s fans and foes to ask: Why must our stars fall so spectacularly and fail us so egregiously? Perhaps it’s because we want them to. Indeed, it may be the primary function of celebrities like Jackson to show us, in their early radiance, what we could dream of being — and in the murk of their decline, what we fear we could become.

I am having the hardest time saying, “Michael Jackson WAS awesome.” Aaaahhhh…

Unprepared

I am officially unprepared to move, based solely on the fact that I am not 100% packed.

I can’t pack. I can’t wrap my mind around how to go about this strategically. I have emptied bookshelves, donated clothes, toys, shoes, and unnecessary household items, and I still see so much stuff in my house. Somebody, please, come boss me around until I get this finished. I had to work late tonight, have to work late tomorrow, and still have to work on Monday and Tuesday. Time is shrinking! Diminishing! Vanishing!

I have packed a dozen boxes and it has not put a dent in my stuff. I haven’t even touched the kitchen!

I close on my condo on Wednesday. I am busy taking care of everything else so that I don’t have to pack. I have scheduled painters, installers, and deliveries. I have spent free time purchasing blinds and furniture, and picking out paints. Anything not to pack. But, I don’t have a choice now. I picked up boxes to begin the process. I even have movers scheduled for 9AM Thursday. This is going down, whether I like it or not. Whether I’m prepared or not.

I need my TV unplugged, the computer removed, and my phone taken away. I think I would get something done if I was not so distracted.

HALP!!!

Shrug – Ani DiFranco

are you at home now with your kitty cats
are you just at home now with the way that you act
do you split the rent there with all your secrets
or do you just pretend to all your friends
they’re uninvited guests

yes and when you want it tidy tell me
can you still dispel me
sweep me neatly under the rug
does your conscience ever mention
the way that you treat me
or do you just fend it off with a shrug

Be-be-beef or pork

Back to the Future was easily my favorite film trilogy growing up, with Back to the Future II being my absolute favorite. I was amazed by the future. I wanted to go to the future, and get clothes that would shrink to me, and shoes that would lace themselves, and a hoverboard. Oh, a hoverboard. I dreamt of the hoverboard nightly and swore that they’d be released to the general public. I wanted to break my neck on one so badly.

In Back to the Future II, we see Marty McFly go to the year 2015, and it is HELLA AWESOME. (For the full plot, check here. Also, watch the original trailer.) We watch Marty venture out into central square of Hill Valley from the side alley where he and Doc arrived in the flying DeLorean. There are cars taking off into the sky, hoverboards, people looking futuristic, and a 3-D movie advertisement for JAWS that appears to eat McFly whole. Again, it is HELLA AWESOME.

My favorite part is where he ventures into Cafe 80’s and we see a video waiter taking orders. It’s Michael Jackson. And he’s trying to sell a girl a fajita tortilla pita.

“Try our La Bamba fajita tortilla pita. It’s got a hot salsa, avocados, cilantro mix, with your choice of beans, chicken, be-be-beef, or pork…”

I was looking for a youtube video of this exact part, but found nothing. So, I found something way more HELLA AWESOME. It’s a Back to the Future I, II, and III montage set to Michael Jackson’s Beat It.

Out of My Mind

I’m putting you baby
I’m putting you right out of my mind
I’m putting you baby
I’m putting you right out of my mind

So tired of running after you girl
And being one and one half steps behind

Go tell your friends now
Go tell your friends what Johnny did
Go tell your friends
Go tell your friends just what Johnny did

If they don’t tell you that you’re crazy baby
Lord, they’re as messed up as you is