I’ve had a couple inquiries from Loyal Readers as to my whereabouts and condition; apparently, the lack of tributes for the plethora of recently departed celebrities (which, as you all know, are usually like catnip for your humble host) has them worried about me. Your concern is much appreciated, folks, but rest assured that I’m alive and doing fine… mostly. I seem to have entered into another of those periods when I’m insanely busy at work, constantly chasing around on the weekends, and too damn exhausted in the evenings to accomplish anything more thought-intensive than shoveling food in the general direction of my mouth. This has been the pattern of my life for several years now — somehow, I’ve managed to land myself in an industry that booms in the summertime, right when most people are finding ways to take it easy — but I still haven’t gotten used to it, and I honestly don’t think I ever will. I’m easily distracted and inclined toward procrastination at the best of times, and when things get like this… well, blogging isn’t the only thing I haven’t managed to keep up with. And I’m feeling pretty damn frustrated about it, too. This isn’t how I used to imagine my life was going to be. It was supposed to look a lot more like this:
Glamorous space babes offering me cocktails while I pursue galactic adventures aboard my somewhat phallic-looking rocketship? Yeah, wouldn’t that be lovely… anyhow, I’m taking a mental-health day tomorrow, and among all the other items on my to-do list, I hope to get a couple of those tributes written. Keep your fingers crossed for me…
(Incidentally, more images like the one above can be found here. If you’re into this sort of thing. Which obviously, I am.)
Glad to see you’re back, Jason (and thanks for the space babe)! Don’t feel pressured to write all those tributes at once. Between the traffic jam in front of Michael Jackson’s star on Hollywood Blvd and the prospect of a big, fat, hysterical memorial at the L.A. Coliseum, I’m looking forward a nice, quiet tribute to Karl Malden. I like to think that he’s now in heaven hanging out with Jimmy Durante, Cyrano de Bergerac, and J.P. Morgan.
Ha! The vacuum created if they all inhaled at once could probably yank the cocktail olives out of all the martinis in the room! Karl is a real loss, though — what a great character actor he was.
So have the Michael Jackson fans found the correct star yet, or are they still laying their flowers on that other MJ?
Huh, what? I must have missed this story–has there been confusion? As far as I know his star is near the Chinese Theater, which is where people have been gathering. Of course, there are so many weirdos there anyway, it’s hard to sort out the Michael Jackson fans.
Yeah, I heard that the day he died, his actual star was covered up because of some red-carpet event happening at the Chinese, and people started leaving flowers on the star of some Los Angeles DJ named Michael Jackson, thinking it was the other one. Guess they’ve got that sorted out now…
Well, they’re one sequined glove short of a pair, if you know what I mean.
Heh…I thought you meant Michael Jordan. He must have a star right? I mean after all those Looney Tunes movies…
Jason – take your time with your tribute posts. After all, it’s not like your loyal readers will be demanding our money back any time soon…
Thanks, Brian…
Did you see today’s newspaper pictures of fans cheering and ecstatically waving their tickets to the memorial service? Seems like a strange reaction.
I am soooo leaving town that day.