Inundated with Michael Jackson pictures and stories and posters and magazine covers and videos and songs on the radio and ONLY AVAILABLE ON TV offers, it's safe to say the kids have had enough of him.
"What about Billy Mays?" Daughter moans when pointing out yet another cover graced with MbalmedJ (Trademark pending). "He [Mays] was a good man."
The part that makes me laugh the most about this -- and, yeah, I know I'm a bitch for not crying about his death and, wah-wah-wah, his daddy never loved him -- is how much Weird Al Yankovic has got to be LOVING this.
Eldest led Youngest to "Fat" and "Eat It" on YouTube and it is all that boy -- demonic spawn Youngest -- can talk about. I'm kinda happy he forgo the whole MbalmedJ (Trademark pending) videos and went straight to Weird Al.
Further evidence that I am so totally losing it:
Bitching Complaining Commenting to Pete how much I can't believe Weird Al Frankenvic is on the forefront again. How Freudian is that slip?
Now, I see that Weird Al -- Yankovic, not Franken -- is just 55,479 followers short of a million. I'm off to follow him to push him that much closer.
He will be my first official celebrity follow on Twitter. [If I don't count Mayberry Mom.]
[Swiper, no swiping! Picture swiped from Weird Al Yankovic website.]