Whoa.

[kjpepper]

You know, when I posted my SOS to the world earlier and pleaded for distraction I really wasn't asking for Michael Jackson to drop dead. Holy shitballs, batman! I don't even know how to wrap my mind around that one. I mean, snark and cynicism aside (and there is plenty of both, some of which I admit to chuckling at), the man was a perfect storm of talent and tragedy. And as someone who grew up in the eighties/nineties... Yeah. Understanding what a force of nature this guy was back then almost defies explanation, and even then it's not the whole picture. My siblings are all about the same age as Michael. They literally grew up with the Jacksons. I can't even fathom what today's news must mean to them on that visceral level that mourns lost bits of childhood.

Well, that certainly made for a memorable evening sprawled on htl_1126's couch. I'm currently sitting in cell23's driveway, watching the heat lightning and the stars and just marvelling at both the day's events and the ways life works out in the most unexpected fashion possible. The air is charged and warm and a project is pushing its way into my conscious mind. This is it, every moment is a chance to begin anew, one must merely take it. And tomorrow? Fuck tomorrow. It's just another day.