It seems mandatory today to make note of the passing of this controversial, confusing, enigmatic, and utterly perplexing icon. His televised memorial service appeared to be a very moving affair from what I gleaned from the highlights shown on Dateline NBC. They glossed over the less positive questions that linger about his life, his finances, and his children. There was a lot of pomp and circumstance for somebody who was an entertainer, but it seemed appropriately larger than life in recognition of a man who was so much larger than life that sometimes he seemed almost extra-terrestrial. I don't think his passing will impact my life much, but at least it should put an end to the taunting and the off-color jokes. If I can think of the Michael Jackson I saw being interviewed while sitting in a tree, or the one dancing so amazingly on "Billy Jean," or the little boy singing "Ben" so beautifully I was certain he was a woman, then I'll be happy.
Other than that, nothing of any importance happened today and I just don't feel like going into a lengthy post about my dogs, or about eggs, or even about me. Those things will wait.
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