Regarding MJ…

As you guys may already know, me and Kristyn took MJ’s death strangely last year as evidenced here, and here, and here, and here.

We even had a full-on funeral for him.  My favorite joke of the night was, “But when is this party gonna start to get weird?”  Here are some pics:

Anyway, when MJ died last year, I was at work at my old job. Me and some co-workers were talking about the reports that he’d had a heart attack. We were discussing how weird it would be if he died. Then someone came and told us he’d died. No matter if you’re a fan or not (I am) or if you think he’s a pedophile or not (I sort of do), MJ’s death was kind of a big deal (you don’t say).

It’s weird for me to think of that day because I think I had JUST given my notice to leave that job. I had JUST made the final decision to move here. I hadn’t told any of my co-workers yet (I don’t think), that’s how fresh it was. Between that exact day and today SO MUCH has happened. So for me, MJ’s death is kind of a perfect marker between that life and this one and to actually BE HERE one year later was surreal to say the least.

What was even weirder was that I coincidentally had a big job interview and a ticket to see the Jimmy Kimmel Show on the one year anniversary of MJ’s death. I didn’t get the job but I DID get to see Tom Cruise.

But I’m going too fast.  I took this picture after dropping Kristyn off at work.  My brother Charles watched the Toy Story movies like mothercrunkin WHOA as a kid and this gigantic billboard made me think of him:

And you can’t take pictures during the show so the only picture that I have is that one above that I snatched off the internets.  HOWEVER, they DID have an outdoor concert that they didn’t seem to care too much if you took pictures so I did.  This is a picture of Sublime by the by.  They were pretty good.

Here is a giant pillar outside.  I guess this is just for lighting?

And here is Mr. Kimmel himself:

I took this picture for my sister Christine because she LERVES her some Three’s Company.  This is on the side of Hollywood High School:

Jimmy Kimmel Live happens to be across the street from Graumann’s Chinese Theater (where the handprints are) and the Kodak Theater (where the Oscars are held usually).  Michael Jackson’s Star on the Walk of Fame happens to be in front of Graumann’s Chinese Theater.  I figured I’d waddle over to get a picture.  There were quite a number of lookyloos there as well as some people dancing to Billie Jean.

A few days after the anniversary of MJ’s passing, we decided to go visit his grave.  We hadn’t done it for the entire time we’d been in LA.  We really weren’t sure where it was.  As it turns out, we’ve passed it a bajillion and nine times.  It’s about ten minutes from the house door to door, if even that.  When you enter the gates of Forest Lawn Cemetary, the road actually takes you straight to the mausoleum he is in.  You can’t go inside but you can pull over and take as many pictures as your rubbernecking heart desires.  Here’s what we found:

There were flowers, handmade goods and art sent from all over the world.  You can’t really tell in the pictures but there are gifts sent from Japan, Norway, the UK, Africa, Montana, everywhere.  This picture below doesn’t really do it justice how much stuff there was.  There was a LOT.  But anyway, that’s his mausoleum.  It’s a large building with lots of other people in it.  It’s closed to the public because he is in there.  You can only gain access if you are related to someone buried within (to my knowledge).

BUT if you turn around, THIS is MJ’s eternal view.  This picture doesn’t even show you how gorgeous the view actually is.  This entire cemetary is breath-takingly beautiful, honestly. 

So we spent probably a half hour there poking around and then left to play soccer at a nearby field.  The World Cup was underway and we were feeling sprightly.

The other day I had to go to Glendale to buy some more yarn for a Granny Square blanket I’m working on and decided to stop back in to see what was left of the paraphernalia.  Here it is.  This platform is also pictured above but crammed with things.  I assume the rest of the stuff was tossed.

And for a comparison, here is the front of the mausoleum as it looks now:

It was all roped off before but now you can go up the stairs and right up to the door.  Here is the statue in the front:

And in case you were wondering, here is the contents of the garbage in front of the door to MJ’s mausoleum.  Someone felt like they needed a Modelo Especial at MJ’s grave.  Why not?

On the Road, Day Two, OH & IN, part one

We got up on Wednesday, September 2nd and decided to try the hotel’s breakfast on for size. We got dressed and ready and went down to the dining room to see what they were serving in terms of the free hot breakfast they had advertised. We went inside and surprisingly there was no one around even though it was about 8am. We sat ourselves down at a table and eventually a waitress came. She told us that the there was only one meal being served and that was eggs, bacon and hash browns. That’s a nice meal for some people but we don’t eat bacon or eggs and they didn’t serve anything else.

Us attempting to eat breakfast at the Hotel. It was a meaty failure.

We decided to get to steppin and we hot-footed it over to McDonald’s. We ate McDonald’s for breakfast a lot. Cheese on a biscuit with hash browns and coffee does a body good on the road, haha.

Kristyn is happy-go-lucky and satisfied from her verboten breakfast.

When we started driving, it took us literally ten minutes to get into Ohio. We were soclose to the border and we had no idea at all.

Luck!

So Ohio, on Route 80 anyway, is full of pastures with cows, barns and wide green farms. We’ve been to Akron to visit our friend Mandy in the past so we’ve seen the more exciting parts of Ohio and trust me there are a lot of exciting parts! But just like NJ, if you base your opinion off the highways, you get a lot of misinformation. Ohio DOES have a lot of farms to be sure though.

Still on Route 80 in Ohio.

Not all of Ohio is this blank.

Most of the pictures didn’t come out so hot because we didn’t stop to take pictures. We only really took them from the confines of the car. We’d been to Pennsylvania and Ohio before and weren’t really on fire to get out of the car and take any pictures.

Me in the mirror enjoying the day, taking some pictures.

We were more interested in getting to Indiana! Most of Indiana looked similar to Ohio. Both Ohio and Indiana only took a few hours to get through, maybe three each at most. Towards the end of Indiana we came upon the town of Gary, where Michael Jackson and the Jackson family grew up!

The houses and all the houses around it were really, really tiny. They all look like they are about the size of a room.

The tiny house that the Jackson Family grew up in!

We didn’t go far into Gary but the houses look kind of run down. There seems to be nice houses bordering run down houses. It’s definitely an economically depressed area but there seems to be hard-working people trying to hold on to what they have there. It is a far cry from Neverland Ranch, that’s fersure.

A closer up picture of it.

Michael died in the end of June and this being early September, there was still a lot of interest in the media so we weren’t the only lookyloos but there wasn’t much else in the way of gifts left for MJ anymore but this:

A note left from mourners on the front lawn.

And this hilarious memorial:

I wonder if the sign was put up before or after the flagrant globe abuse.

The weird thing is that this house is actually on Jackson Street. If you thought that it was named that for the family, oh you’d be mistaken. All the streets in the neighborhood are named after US Presidents and unless they re-named all of the streets to suit this one street, it is definitely a fortuitous coincidink.

World's Best Coincidence.

It was really kind of surreal to be here. I mean, what were we doing in Indiana? What were we doing in front of Michael Jackson’s house? So weird, so cool.

Krissy at MJ's house.

Me in front of MJ's house wearing an MJ-approved sparkly hoodie.

A coupla titans of enterprise decided to strike while the iron was hot and rented the empty house directly across the street from MJ’s house. They turned it into a souvenir shop and allow you to tour the house so you can see what the inside is like (for a fee).

I wish I had this idea.

We didn’t go inside but we did do this:

My 1980's Michael watch!

Kristyn's 1990's Michael watch!

So we talked to the shop owners for a hot minute and asked them how their business was doing. They cheerfully said that it was going great! They said that they were sorry that Michael had to die but that it had opened up a big opportunity for them and since someone had to make that money it might as well be them. I seriously concur and am so, so jealous.

This was just a weird truck I liked and took a picture of...

So we were there for maybe 45 minutes or so, poking around, shopping. It was a lot of macabre fun but I do wish he hadn’t died. It wouldn’t been more fun to see it if he were still alive no doubt.

We got back on the road on our way to Chicago. I’m going to put that in a separate post.

To be continued…

The Story of LA: Going Away Party Edition

Now I know we also covered the Going Away Party but there’s aaaalways mooooore. Coincidentally, the party happened to fall on Michael Jackson’s birthday. If you know any of the people in these pictures, then you know you’re looking at some hardcore Michael Jackson fans. Who the hell knew that an ill-advised taller-than-lifesize dummy of Michael Jackson would come in handy on SO MANY occasions! Oh the hilarity!

We begin our evening with Ray whispering secrets into MJ's ear. MJ is thrilled.

Kristyn and MJ get kind of...friendly.

Aleix and Michael are so close that they are known to walk on the Wildwood Boardwalk like this together. They're in love and they don't care who knows it!

Silvia, Ray and MJ are always clownin around together. Oh you guys!

I've immortalized Angie in a moment of abandon!

Silvia, Michael, Kristyn, Angie and Ray pose for the Paparazzi.

This is everyone engaged in their solitary pursuits in a down moment of the party. We all took a much deserved breather from the excitement.

And Chewy came to see us!!! Aleix and Cristina are happy to see him.

Nothing like inviting your friends over to hang out with your inflatable mattress...

Silvie Sophie made a pretty buttafly.

I had released the Halloween costumes into the party (obviously) and Ray managed to give himself bangs using a beard, use my Prostitute costume to make himself into a Pink Lady and get MJ in on the act. Good times.

Ray and Angie getting sexual, as usual. God get a room! (Them's just jokes.)

We had a great time with everyone and were sad to see everyone go!

Stress and Zits and Stuff

Guys, moving is hard y’all. Ugh, we have so many things to do. We have so little time to do it in. We have so many people to see. We have so many people we can’t see. There are a lot of people we won’t see. So it’s been a rollercoaster. Everything is stressing us out right now. Everyone has advice, a lot good, some “eh”. Everything in the house is a mess. It doesn’t seem like we have enough time to make ourselves or anyone else really happy. It doesn’t seem like there’s enough hours in the day. We’re exhausted constantly. Boo hoo, poor little rich girls.

I’m sorry to whine but as much as I’m writing this for everyone else, I’m mostly writing it for myself, as a record of what I’m experiencing at the moment. Not that I want to savor a sadsack moment later on but at the moment I’m feeling angsty and sad-sacky and so I wanna write about it. Call the waaaahmbulance.

What’s most damning at the moment is the gigantic zit I have on the very tip of my nose. It’s been burgeoning and bubbling over the past two days (and I’ve been in a zillion photos sporting it, naturally) but it’s not been the sort of thing I can really do anything about. Today though, I think it actually lengthened my nose. Let’s put it this way, when I pointed it out to Kristyn, she did NOT suggest otherwise. And if that’s not cruel enough, there is also another one directly underneath it on my chin. I just put toothpaste on them hoping to fool them into chilling out. Let’s see if that works.

Evidence

Evidence

Today my boss asked if I’m excited and my maudlin response was, “No, I’m just ready to leave.” It’s not that I am on fire to leave all my family, friends, job and apartment, I am just tired of being in flux. I can’t wait for the Relo-cube to be packed, the apartment to be cleaned and for the seats of our pants to be on the seats of the car and getting on Route 80 because that will mean that a boatload of work has been completed, some anxiety will have abated and we can just relax and enjoy ourselves for a good long week.

Seestor Christine

Seestor Christine

And thankfully, Christine (my sister) will basically be meeting us on the other end. She’s coming on the 11th to hang out, to nose around our new digs (to report back to the family no doubt), to help us unpack and to giggle with us. Once she leaves though, back to reality. We’ll have to haul ass, unpack everything, get spiffied up and find us some j-o-b-s.

I’m kind of refusing to think of jobs as an imminent problem for the time being for the following reasons:

1) I have way too many other things on my mind.
2) I know I will do anything to make money when we get there (filthy, disgusting, boring, demeaning or senseless, you name it).
3) I have belligerent endurance when I really need to get something done. (Once on Thanksgiving, my mom’s turkey baster fell apart. The squeezy part had liberated itself from the tubey part. She goes, “Give it to Coleen to put it back on. She’ll work on it and work on it and won’t stop until she FORCES it back on.” Haha…I think at the time, she was joshing/insulting me but still, it’s true. And I DID get it back on, thank you very much.)
4) We have no other choice.

Our families have really been generous and helped us out financially (Thank you all again! We’re really, really, reeeeally so grateful…) and we have some duckets saved too. It’s by no means anything to retire with but if we couldn’t find anything for two months (possibly three), we could make it stretch. And who knows? Homegirl needs to drop a couple (thousand) pounds so maybe I’ll even be Hollywood “fat” (size 10) in a coupla months due to sparse meals. Do let’s look for the silver lining.

Still though, even though we CAN make it stretch doesn’t mean we WANT to make it stretch. So, we will just work our tails off pimping ourselves out until someone wants to throw some coins at us. Whatever it takes.

I actually feel a bit better after writing this crap, whaddya know? I might’ve made you sad though. Sorry about that y’all. My boss told me to get out of the house and take a walk to clear my head. This is good advice. I’m lazy so I didn’t do it BUT that is why I am whining to all of you dudes. So thank you for listening. :)

P.S. Michael Jackson was ruled a homicide?! What in the wiggity-world?

My favorite Michael Jackson Videos

An obvious favorite but no matter what it’s always my favorite song of his:

And of f’ng course, the best video he ever made AND the reason why I threw myself at Jon Landis’ feet at the Comic Con three years ago.  (I told him I watched “The Making of Thriller” constantly when I was a kid and he told me to apologize to my mother for him…*swoon*)

There were a lot of videos I wanted to put but the embedding was disabled on youtube.  Lame.  Thanks to the people who did not disable embedding so that we can ALL enjoy the videos.