This is not what I wanted to post about more

I kind of hate doing the deathwatch thing in a blog because it's not like I'm sharing breaking news here, but man, what a weird week, huh? After Ed McMahon, I was already kind of sad in a distant way about Farrah Fawcet this morning - more for her family and all that, but she was on a steep decline and it wasn't unexpected.

The Michael Jackson news, though, caused a stir at work, much like Heath Ledger did last year - a distinct rise in chatter volume, and a whole lot of browsers clicking away from whatever they were doing over to news sites. I was telling one of my coworkers that I think he was the first real singer/performer identity that I could associate with songs; the oldies permanently on my parents' radio were all a blur of "the dudes that sound like that" and "the girls that sound like that", and the rest was Disney and Muppets. But I have clear memories of being at our next door neighbors' house and listening to "Bad" on the radio. I'm about average age for my coworkers, so that or something like it is true for a lot of us. Even though he's been a tired punchline for years now, it's still kind of strange to be at that end.

And then I got home and saw on the flist that Lorena Gale also passed away, and really, that's enough, universe.