That title is full of scarcasm if you can't tell. I'm hoping today's memorial will dampen the 24 hour mega news cycle that is Michael Jackson's death. I personally am a little glad that I didn't have to find out at what age his nose would actually fall off his face. To prove I'm not a total MJ hater, here is a bit of nostalgia for you faithful lunchnotes readers.
I will forever associate Michael Jackson with me hiding behind our orange corduroy chair next to the stereo and reciting the words to Thriller and "accidentally" "misinterpreting" the part where Vincent Price says "funk". I'm pretty sure I got spanked good for that. Back in the eighties when you could spank your kids.