Silly, silly, silly

I read in the Toronto Star today Michael Jackson has been nominated for five American Music Awards, including artist of the year. I know now that he's dead everyone wants to honour him and pretend they never thought he was a joke. I know those award shows are lame-brained, but he didn't put out a proper album in the last five years. He just put out some posthumous single. He's not artist of the year. Bestow some honour on him like artist of the century or artist of the last 25 years. Award shows are meaningless anyway. They're a way for artists to celebrate being total sell-outs and not feel bad about it.

In other funny news, I got a haircut today that looks pretty bad. I can wear a hat and I'm a guy so it will grow soon enough. I don't care. But I end up having to wear a hat because it looks funny, and it's so damn cold!

RIP Jacko

Yeah, let's be honest. You forgot about him until this evening. You forgot about his existence, or just mocked him. Now he's the biggest and greatest thing ever since he's gone. You can sort of compared this case to that of Judy Garland, in the fact she was playing in small clubs and gay bars up until her death and people came to her funeral in droves.

I never believed he was a child molester. It seemed everyone was just out for the lawsuit money and not to see justice brought. Finally after years, over ten years, he was charged, acquitted, everyone thought he got the OJ treatment, but I thought there were holes in the story of the family accusing him. I believed he was eccentric to the point of lunacy, but not a criminal.

But it was fun listening to cars on Yonge blast MJ tunes out their window today. Thriller was as big of a holiday hit as any Bing Crosby song, even if it was for a totally different holiday.

RIP