I’m not a fan of ole’ MJ. Let me clear that up front. I’ve of course heard his music all through my adolescent years to early adulthood, but could never click with the rythm or lyrics. Blame it on my upbringing, social influences or just plain good taste.
So I’ve had a quiet decade not being overly bombarded with his music or dancing (ok, so he’s a good or was a good dancer). Sure, there are the odd articles about him trying to mess with kids, but then anyone with half a brain could tell he was a closet or overt pervert. It didn’t take a court case for us to realize it, I mean geez, he looks like a ghost, dressed like Captain Crunch and lives in a zoo…
When I received news of his demise via twitter about a couple of hours before a legitimate news source announced it (I mean these news sources actually have to VERIFY their information), I didn’t think much of it. Maybe a sigh of relief at not having to listen to recordings of his proposed World Tour and seeing how pathetic it is for a 50 year old man to moonwalk. But otherwise a good riddance to bad rubbish kind of attitude.
Apparently I am in the vast minority. After a decade of silence, the outpouring of “grief” through all forms of media was shocking to say the least. The fact that it actually SLOWED the internet down showed how much of impact his death had been. Kids who had never heard him perform or listened to his music were wondering why their parents were all sad and nostalgic about him, but more importantly why World of Warquest was slower than the molasses. And the radio stations were even worse. Some seriously considered a weekend full of Michael Jacksons’ music before cooler heads prevailed. That would indeed have been hell on earth.
Tonight I’m going to a party. Organized much earlier and meant to include lots of drinking, lots of eating, fun and games. I’ve just been told by my enthusiastic friend who is organizing this that there will be a moonwalk contest and we are to dress up like MJ. I haven’t moonwalked in two decades, but I think I can still find a pair of black pants, black shoes, white socks, and a single glove decorated with nonya beads to simulate the famous glittering glove. Too late for plastic surgery and skin pigmentation treatment though.
So MJ, while you rest in peace…the rest of us here are going to share your pain for at least another few days..
So I’ve been using Twitter since like forever. I jumped on the bandwagon early last year when most people had never even heard of Twitter, and found it a novel way of communicating in bites (bytes) with followers. Those were the days of having 20 close friends following you and you following them. Then came the wave late last year as Twitter became the “in” social media platform, and everyone was expected to have thousands of followers to show you had “presence” online. I never bit…but I have to admit I accepted a number of followers that I did not know or who did not really know me.
Some Meowsings...... 
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