Yesterday was all about Kanye West's assholistic behavior towards Taylor Swift. The fact that an arrogant hip hop singer made bigger news than the death of an all round nice guy actor who was in the business for years annoys me to no end. First, lets brush over the whole "ZOMG! *hic* Beyonce is SOOOO much better!!!11one!" episode. West later blamed it on the death of his mother two years ago. Let me get this straight... the memory of your mother passing is what made you into a super-jerk that publicly humiliated some teen on what was her first ever award? So then the bottle of Cognac that you were chugging while waltzing down the red carpet had nothing to do with it? Riiiiight. If he wanted to make it right he'd admit to getting drunk and being an ass.

Patrick Swayze. *sigh* I remember falling for his smile in Dirty Dancing. A tough guy that could twirl... and wasn't gay! I still use "No body puts Baby in a corner" whenever I can. Although Ghost was a little hokey for me I adored him enough to enjoy the movie. Every time I slid a penny across the table I thought of that scene. It was such a simple one... and yet sweet enough to remember.

Working in a hospital you see the other side of sickness. The personal side. You hear so-and-so has cancer and an imaginary veil comes over their life. Suddenly it's as if they disappear and you only know they're sick. I see them in the elevator on the way to treatment. I see them lying in bed when they can't walk. I see what cancer is. I see what it does. He died a dignified death, one I don't know if I'd be able to do. Patrick Swayze deserved more than the blurp under the five hundred news bits all saying the same thing... Kanye was a drunk asshole. Yeah, we get it. How about something about a man who fight cancer bravely and worked all the way til his death? He spent his life entertaining people. Thank you, Patrick. I hope what you find on the other side is filled with angels.

It would seem my coworker has decided to listen to Michael Jackson music constantly since he died. On one hand it's better than the crappy top 40 hits from the 70s and 80s music she was humming along to before. On the other hand... I need some fucking variety. How many times can you listen to the same five songs?. I feel like I have a radio station on. NEVER DEVIATE FROM THE PLAY LIST!

Today was the day MJ was buried and a lot of people made money from it. A sad ending if you ask me. I clicked on CNN and thought I was redirected to MJ.com. Every article was about him. It's as if the world stopped. No deaths. No murders. No war. No news. While it's a wonderful thought... the reality is that it's just not the biggest selling news. Who wants to read about some random shooting when they can read about the step by step procession of random people who went to a memorial for a man they didn't even know? I grew up with Michael Jackson. I had a crush on him as a child and listened to his music while tapping my feet or dancing on the dance floor. His contribution to the music industry was deserving of a huge send off, but in reality it was a bitter sweet end to a man who gave his life to his fans... and in return they never gave him a moment of peace.

Anyway... I'm hoping a plane full of musicians hits turbulence and knocks them around so she'll start listening to other music.

Growing up can always be so tough. People who were heroes become flawed, television memories destroyed by 'updated' versions and snacks you begged for now taste like chalk. Old, in the sun for one hundred days straight and dipped in gutter water chalk. Two celebrities, both tainted with time and gossip, leave their mortal coils and sail on to distant waters. Both take with them the drama and leave behind the memories that made me smile.

Farrah Fawcett and her teeth. While she wasn't my favorite Angel (Jaclyn Smith carried that title), her hair was awesome. I remember when the first girl tried getting that flip curl in Junior High. It was awful. Her hair was way too curly and short. She even tried to get the color right. No 13 year old should walk around with highlights like that. I remember the hot pants that they all wore on Charlie's Angels. I dreamed of a closet full of them.

Michael Jackson and his squeal. That mesmerizing dance that everyone wanted to do. His smile. *sigh* As a child I had the biggest crush on him. I remember singing Ben whenever I could. I still have a few Jackson Five albums. The songs were simple, fun and easy to sing along to. I watched the Jackson Five cartoons and thought Off the Wall was the greatest album. Even when he started to change I felt the need to defend him. His life was filled with chaos. Locked away from the world because of a talent everyone loved and yet kicked whenever he tried to be out. I can only pray that his children are whisked away and find a normal life somewhere that their father could only dream of.

I don't want to hear the jokes. Really. You see celebrities that you can mock and make fun of. I see two people who lived their lives in the shadows of society because they wanted to perform. I see two people who died. A father. A mother. A sister. A brother. A loved one. A friend. Remember that while you're smirking about some joke you thought was clever.