the thin line between optimism and delusion…

Libby sent me a text as I was arriving home from work yesterday about the rumored death of Michael Jackson.  I sat down on the couch in shock, and turned on the television.  CNN was showing the video of Mark Sanford crying (I have thoughts on that too, I really thought they were picking on him last week, but apparently I am delusionally optimistic), so I turned it on MTV.  It was on a commercial, but soon the video Thriller started, and a ticker-tape at the bottom of the screen told me that Michael had in fact passed away.  I sat there with my mouth literally hanging open, sort of captivated by the beginning scenes of the video, and absorbing the news. 

As I sat there with my jaw on the floor, Bucket (who is Natalie’s lab, he thinks he is a lapdog.  I’ll have to post some pictures soon, he’s precious) jump up and licks my face, and, essentially, the inside of my mouth.  He saw a opportunity, and he went for it.  I mean, he literally tried to make out with me!  Briscoe was very upset and jumped on the couch to make her presence known, and I was literally at the bottom of a dog pile for a few seconds.  Gag. 

I’m sad MJ died.  But, at the same time, I can’t imagine him getting old.  It seems like Icons like Michael as suppose to have tragic endings.  I know that is a terrible thing to say, I don’t mean that they NEED to have tragic endings, but it just seems like they normally do, and it ends up being more surprising when they end up old than when they die fairly young.  I feel sure that drug abuse accounts for many tragic celebrity deaths, and I can’t say that it sounds like Michael’s was any different. 

Regardless, I’ve watched the video of Thriller a few times since late yesterday afternoon, and I can’t get the images out of my head.  The yellow eyes, the bloody mouths of the zombies, and their arms rotting off…I’m going to have nightmares. 

I had a hearing today in a case about $5,000 in stolen cds from a storage facility.  We represent the storage facility.  I hope I won. 

I tried to get a frosty this morning on my way back to work from the courthouse but you would not have believed the line at Wendy’s.  I guess the word has gotten out and everyone is trying to get their free frosty.  Maybe I’ll try again on my way home. 

Oh, an update on the palmetto bugs, I had the Orkin man come spray outside on wednesday, and this made the roaches mad, and they staged a siege against the house.  Natalie and I killed like eight in a ten minute period. 

As Natalie was picking up a victim of the chemical weapon Raid, she said, “Man, I hope none of the roaches try to carry the dogs off.” 

I said, “Did you read my blog today?  I just wrote about that!”

She hadn’t read the entry.  These roaches are just THAT SERIOUS.  But I saw a lot of dead ones scattered across the front and back yard and I’m hoping that it will get better.  If not the orkin man will have to come back.  It’s a war.