Michael Jackson just can’t be dead…

Here’s the thing.  I love Michael Jackson’s music.  Say what you will about the man.  His music was amazing.  His dancing phenomenal.  Sure, he was crazy.  I don’t know if you can be that talented without being a bit insane (okay, a lot insane.)

Anyway, MJ and I have history.  I remember watching on TV when his video for Black or White came out.  The news did a big story about it, and my entire family gathered in the living room to watch it.  My brother and I spent hours trying to learn all the moves to the dances in his videos (I still know most of the dance from Thriller.)  My dad would watch his videos and say, with a touch of awe, that he was an amazing dancer (if you knew my dad, you’d understand how hilarious and weird this would be coming from him.  The man loves Celine Dion, for heaven’s sake!)

When I was in college, I started working for a certain coffee company.  We used to get these mix CDs to play in the store.  One day Billie Jean came on the stereo.  I was so excited!  (All the free coffee may have contributed to my enthusiasm.)  My coworkers made fun of me.  I told them that from that moment on, every time I thought of it, we would listen to Billie Jean.  (I was the boss, so I could abuse my power however I wanted!)

I think we listened to Billie Jean ten times that night.  Within a week, it had become my thing.  Pop in the CD, hit skip 17 times, and you were there.  Billie Jean is not my lover!  My coworkers thought it was hilarious, if a bit annoying.

To this day, I can’t hear Billie Jean without being reminded of those crazy caffeinated days.

Apparently, I’m not the only one who remembers that, because my phone has been going nonstop since he died.  I’ve gotten text messages, emails, voicemails from people I haven’t heard from in years.  They hear that MJ dies, and they think of me.

That makes me smile.

Cutting squares

If you are in any way crafty, then you know that with every new skill comes a stash of extra supplies that you just couldn’t resist buying/collecting/saving. So it is with fabric for me. About a year ago I decided to teach myself to sew. Now I find myself with three boxes of unused fabric.

It’s a little excessive.

So I’m going to make something out of it. My plan is to make napkins out of the big pieces (goodbye paper towels!), to cut squares for a patchwork quilt out of the rest, and strips from the remnants to braid into a rope rug.

It’s a great project, because it gives me something to do while watching The A Team, but all this cutting is starting to make my hand hurt!

The A Team

Did you know that all five seasons of The A Team are available to watch on hulu? It’s so awesome, I can hardly stand it!

It was my little brother’s favorite show when we were kids, and I will admit that beyond Mr T, I didn’t remember much about the series. Then I started watching it. It’s completely written for an eight year old boy. A car flips or drives through a wall in every episode (sometimes it flips WHILE driving through a wall!)

Oh man, I can’t believe this show got cancelled! It’s awesomely terrible. Completely formulaic, but that just means that it doesn’t require your undivided attention!

Car chases! Crashes! Tricking Mr T into getting on a plane! Bad guys! Murdock acting crazy!

Oh, I love it so much. Apparently, I am an eight year old boy at heart.

Oh, and my Mr T impression is getting pretty good.