I know it is a little late to say...

But I am really very sad to see Patrick Swayze go. He was SUCH a genuine and fun person who loved life, and he loved his wife just as much. Tonight I watched the Barbara Walter's special that aired a while back where he and his wife were interviewed about what he has gone through and how much he wanted to fight his cancer. It was all very touching. He had been in love with his wife since he first saw her after taking a dancing class at her mom's studio when he was 18. They were married for 34 years, which seems unheard of in Hollywood. They truly seemed to love each other, and I don't even want to think of loosing your soul mate that way. Patrick Swayze was a totally underrated actor who brought it to EVERY single movie he was in. Outsiders, Pointbreak, Rodehouse, Ghost, Dirty Dancing, To Wong Foo Thanks For Everything Julie Newmar, Donnie Darko, THE CHIPPENDALES SKIT WITH CHRIS FARLEY ON SNL?!?!?!!? He was great in everything. It's like he could take a terrible movie and make it awesome because he really was a talented actor. So I will really miss you, Patrick Swayze. I enjoyed you in every movie I saw you in, and I can't say that for many people. You'll be missed Cowboy.

you're in heaven now, sweet angel

I know it's old news at this point (a whole two hours after I found out), but I am not going to let this day go by without saying my piece about the death of the King of Pop, Michael Jackson. Sure, he was a weirdo who might have bad touched a few kids and fed them some delicious Jesus Juice while they were riding his pet giraffe/ferris wheel, but Michael had his reasons for being a freaky freaky dude. I mean, his dad probably touched him too, and for sure abused the hell out of him. I mean, the Jackson 5 were basically the original Menudo. There is a fine line between child labor and entertainment, people. And the Jacksons were Jehovah Witnesses for goodness sakes!!! Poor M.J. couldn't even celebrate his birthday so he had to take it to another level when he got grown. But I digress... I always had love for Michael, even during the later questionable years. The soft spoken shy boy with the world's worst case of arrested development. You had too many jams for me to have hate. JUST TRY TO DENY THRILLER/BAD/BEAT IT/ROCK WITH YOU/MAN IN THE MIRROR/BILLY JEAN! I dare you!!

Rest in Peace, Michael Jackson. I console myself knowing you and bubbles are finally together again in that Neverland Ranch in the sky wearing matching outfits. Gone but not forgotten. I leave you with this. Shaaamone.