i'm happy the MICHAEL JACKSON WRONGFUL DEATH TRIAL is coming to an end. it's not that i find it tacky or a waste of public funds, i'm dying to hear the verdict. i haven't kept track of the proceedings, i've just read the headlines and maybe clicked on a few photo galleries. from what i've been able to glean the the case revolves around the doctor who would do anything for a buck and who (whom?) he took his marching orders from. of course it always comes down to suing the entity with the deepest pockets. the good doctor doesn't have deep pockets but the evil corporation AEG does have deep pockets so they are the target.
i think everyone agrees that michael was a talented but highly flawed person whether it be drugs, sexual attraction to children or his penchant for plastic surgery. he might have been flawed but i always admired his style. i loved the sergeant pepper outfit and the umbrellas he carried in the sun. i often use an umbrella in the sun, it's better than sweating like a pig and getting skin cancer. the man worked very hard and by all accounts had a shitty childhood being bullied by his father and exploited by his less talented siblings so what the fuck, why not build an amusement park and buy any crazy shit that caught his eye. need a wife? what the fuck, get me the daughter of elvis!
one more showbiz comment. the lovely mrs myshkin watches dancing with the stars and occasionally our paths briefly cross and i see what she's watching. i read that one of my favorite characters, bill nye, is a contestant at the moment and almost got kicked off last night. she gets real mad when i talk to her during dancing with the stars or any other show and son of a bitch, i forgot to pester her last night. i could have killed two birds with one stone, watched bill nye the science guy dance and annoyed my nemesis.
i love you sons of bitches.