A Recap of a Pretty Bizarre Summer (thus far)

According to the news, only two people exist in the world; Michael Jackson and Sarah Palin. Michael Jackson died almost a month ago, and I must say I definitely felt like a part of my childhood went with him (and I'm sure the same can be said for anyone who grew up in the 1980s). Sarah Palin resigned as governor of Alaska a couple of weeks ago and all people can talk about is what she will do next (hopefully she'll disappear in a cave in Wasilla and never be heard from again).

I haven't blogged in well over a month (bad boy), and a lot has happened that I should at least comment on, if not write an entire spiel on.

First: Iran. The revolution will not be televised according to the Iranian government, but it will be YouTubed and Twittered by daring dissenters. Tragically, Neda will be a symbol of rebellion the same way the guy who stood up to the tanks in Tiananmen Square was a symbol back in 1989.

Then... every celebrity under the ace of the earth (seemingly, anyway) dying.

First to go was Ed McMahon, but he was pretty old. Then Farrah Fawcett sadly lost her battle with cancer.

Then when I was at the DMV one sweltering Thursday afternoon getting my driver's license renewed, my finace's mom calls me and tells me that Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, had a heart attack and died. I was in shock, and admittedly, I revisited the old Michael Jackson albums I listened to and loved as a little kid. Bad and Thriller were fuckin' great... never had a copy of Off the Wall as a kid and never bothered checking it out, but I guess now's a good time as any to check it out. Dangerous had a few good songs. But his music pretty much was overshadowed by the fact that he was a freak (the Reverend Al Sharpton said that he wasn't a freak, but a genius, but what he doesn't get is that the two are like peanut butter and jelly).

With that said, I feel bad for Farrah Fawcett. Not only because her death, I'm sure, was pretty agonizing, but the fact that she didn't even get a full news cycle to herself because some other celebrtiy had to die. And, of course, it had to be perhaps THE biggest celebrity ever. Not that I don't feel bad for Jacko: his life was pretty unstable. But it's getting to the level where if I hear another news story about him, or his will, or his kids, or his financial status, Imma dig him and kill him again.

Then Billy Mays dies... ON MY BIRTHDAY!!!! Truth be told, his voice irritated me to no end and I oftentimes said that I would kill him (jokingly of course). I find it weird on my birthday. Not that I'm glad he's dead... but him dying on my birthday would be like if Bill O'Reilly died on Kieth Olbermann's birthday; he probably wouldn't be glad of it, but there is a speck of sick joy buried down there somewhere. And tonight, I actually saw a Billy Mays commercial... not even as a tribute, just a regular commercial. Pretty weird.

And Sarah Palin resigns as governor of Alaska. Retarded move if she wants to run for higher office cuz any opponent of hers would throw "RESIGNATION" in her face faster than a question over Sarah Palin's head. But she won't shut up! And no one in the news will shut up about her!

And, of course, politics are a mess, but I won't get into that now.

So far this has been one of the weirdest months I've experienced in my life....