R.I.P. Michael Jackson

My love affair with Michael Jackson started from my first Jackson 5 album, which was available on my favorite cereal (at the time): Alpha Bits. Who could resist the way the needle bounced up and down on the vinyl coated cardboard record, cut out with rounded tip scissors by my skilled 5 year old hands?


When I was at cheerleading camp (oh come on, that doesn't surprise you, does it?), the very first song I learned a dance routine to was Don't Stop Til You Get Enough. Let's see, that would have been 1981 or 1982. I am pretty sure I can still do the routine, be sure to ask me to demonstrate it for you next time you see me. I'd be happy to.



And who can forget Thriller's debut on MTV Halloween night? I know most people are watching the regular debut of Thriller today (just try to get on YouTube). If you still need a Thriller fix, click here to see what somebody recreated with Legos. It will blow your mind.



I really don't care what your opinion was of Michael. As you know, I appreciate my friends being weird and bizarre. The weirder the better, actually (don't take offense, be proud).

I will miss Michael Jackson. The world will be a bit less odd without him.

R.I.P. Michael.

Butter or Parkay?

The things you see when you are out and about. I tried to get my clients to buy it just for the sign. We found another place for them. Don't be surprised if you see the same sign at their new place when they close escrow next month.

Redneck Fire Alarm

Had this been the fire alarm in the hotel in Washington DC, I might have actually heard it go off. However, I would have been insanely hungry, and in the mood to go see a matinee.

That's just funny, I don't care who you are.

Smart Man

"Drop the idea that you are Atlas carrying the world on your shoulders. The world would go on even without you. Don't take yourself so seriously."

Remember Me?

When Good Plans Go Awry

My buddy Jean's friend was visiting her from (insert podunk town here). He used to be the drummer for the band Scandal. You will remember the song, sung by Patty Smythe and Scandal, "Goodbye to You". You can find this video (and other bad 80's video) on YouTube, because apparently, we are not the only one with time on our hands. (click here) The drummer had NO clue that video was even on line.

Jean and Drummer located the video, and there was this amazing stream of dialogue from people all over the world debating about who was hot, who was not, who was still alive, who was a drunk, a druggie or dead, and what they were all doing now. Apparently, more people than not, think that Drummer is dead (he moved somewhere that he may as well be, if I remember correctly, but this has nothing to do with our story). After their fun weekend, Jean was over here at my office and we pulled up the video and started to read the dialogue. It was freakin' hysterical. And of course, then I couldn't get the song out of my head and proceeded to sing it for days (much like I will today, I am sure). So, for shits and giggles, I decided to write something funny and witty on the screen, of course, about Drummer. So, I typed in "I think I slept with the drummer. Last weekend." I hit enter and waited for them to ask me for a screen name (which I was going to make up).

All of a sudden, my comment pops up on the screen. With my main YouTube screen name on it. For all of the world to see. I announced that I slept with Drummer. Last weekend. You can imagine my surprise. And Jean's shock. Much to my chagrin, my computer keeps me signed in as "HayleyTownley", no matter what, because one day I clicked the little box that says "remember me on this computer."

I got incredibly lucky in that everybody was too busy debating about who was doing what when, that my comment went unnoticed. This could have been a disaster. But anytime Jean and I even talk about it, we get the giggles so bad that diet coke comes out our nose.

The moral of this story? Sign in on your husband's account if you are going to write creepy messages on-screen from now on.

And now dear friends, I say, with much singing, hopping, snapping, clapping, blue eyeshadow and big hair:

Goodbye to you,

Goodbye to you,

Goodbye to you!