King of Pop!!

I loved Michel Jackson. Not everyone can say that, but I still remember very vividly, being eight years old in fourth grade and telling everyone in school that Michael Jackson was my cousin. Of course that was true, even if that particular Michael Jackson was white, but I meant it. That was my claim to fame and I was sticking to it, no matter what. 

Here on the evening of his death, I find myself mourning in the least infamous of fashions. I've endured the prattling of 'fans' wondering who will get the kids and what their copy of Bad will be worth now. Selfish. I still remember the day I got  'Thriller' on vinyl and don't think I'll be making any money from selling my copy. Tonight we played our favorite of his songs over and over again and sang along each time. I think I listened to P.Y.T. three times. Not much of a moratorium, but it was something. 

I once almost wrecked a car listening to the "Off the Wall" album. I choose to remember him that way, rocking out.  .  . . He was an entertainer above all else, every aspect of his life kept us intrigued.... and I loved him for that reason alone. 

...if I had to choose.

I watched the 90's remake of Night of the Living Dead today and it got me thinking about  how much I love zombies. Then I thought that I also loved vampires as much if not more than zombies.  Then I paused to acknowledge how truly awesome robots are and wondered if I had to play Fuck Marry Kill with the three, what would I decide?

The decision was actually quite easy and took no time at all.

 I'd kill the zombie because frankly I don't want to sleep with or marry anything that wants to eat me......

I'd marry the robot and program it to do my bidding. The possibilities here are endless, you could choose anything from housework to assassinations.......excellent.

Finally, I'd fuck the vampire because they're the sexiest of the three by far..... (I have regular recurring dreams about getting it on with vampires.) 

Wait, he wants to eat me too.... crap. 

Well, there could be a chance he might just take a sip and not drain me completely. Maybe I could  work it into a regular thing. It would be perfect actually, then I'll have a regular booty call on the side since I'll be trapped in a sexless marriage. Think about it, the vampire wins too, who doesn't love a snack after sex? 

Note: The last episode of Buffy is among one of my favorite moments - ever. Oh Spike, how you make me swoon.

...then again my mind is always in the gutter.

I came across this image a while ago but have been extremely lax in my blogging efforts and unmotivated in general. I now have not one but two jobs however and as it turns out being extremely busy makes me want to do more in every are of my life, so here goes.

Admittedly I am NOT the Mayhem festivals target audience, but the graphics on this flyer baffle me. I have no issue with the images of death and destruction, the burning city in the background or even the skeleton in chains (cough - blatant Eddie the Demon rip-off - cough).

What I don't get is the disembodied, flaccid, uncircumcised phallus sprouting from the word Slayer. Is the band into rotting penises? Have Jeff, Kerry and the boys even seen this? That's totally what that thing is though, some dudes dong, right? It can't be an arm because it's too skinny (and red), and if it's a finger (and I think it's too big) where has it's hand gotten to?  

I am thoroughly disturbed by this image.