Michael Jackson @ MindSay

According to a story found at MJSite.com the singing Jackson family isn't doing so well for the most part. Sure Janet still has cash, LaToya is somehow making a living in Europe doing God knows what and Rebie was smart enough to quit after Centipede and marry herself a man with some bank.
But the boys are a hot greasy mess:

Michael: On the verge of losing Neverland ranch as well as the family's Encino, Calif., home. He's hiding out in Las Vegas and repeatedly makes promises to his brothers while sabotaging any attempts by them to ply their musical trade.

Jackie: The oldest son started an Internet clothing business and is trying to produce records by his sons. Nothing has panned out.

Randy: Does odd jobs like changing tires to support himself. He was Michael's business manager during the 2005 molestation trial but ran into serious problems with friends after he persuaded three people to take out lines of credits against their homes to help Michael pay his attorney fees and Michael stiffed them.
 
Marlon: Lives in San Diego, where he works stocking groceries at a Vons supermarket. He fell on hard times three years ago when he was forced to leave his foreclosed home and move into an Extended Stay America hotel with his wife, Carol.

Jermaine: Splits time between the parents' Hayvenhurst mansion and his girlfriend's home in the San Fernando Valley. With more than $5 million in federal, state and other liens against him and a 1995 bankruptcy filing, he doesn't work or have a regular income.

Tito: Formed a blues band several years ago and plays at small venues for $500 to $1,500 a gig.

These broke bastards better call VH1 and get a piece of that reality show money that's out there before it dries up. If a crispy critter like Flavor Flav can get women to fight over him then imagine the caliber of chicks that Jermaine can get with his California Raisin looking ass.

            I'm getting too old for this…stuff.  Sunday night, I did what I swore I'd never do again, and that's pull an all-nighter.  I had to write a 500 to 750-word book review.  No big deal.  I knocked that out in about 45 minutes.  The kicker was not starting to read the 250-page book till 5 p.m. on the evening before it was due.

            Why did I wait till the last minute?  I'll admit I'm a procrastinator, but there's also that pesky thing called life that keeps getting in the way.  I like to spend time with my wife.  I like to play with my dog, visit my parents, and watch Curb Your Enthusiasm with my best friend.  I act in plays and write columns for two different newspapers.  And then there are the everyday things that have to be done while the wife is working to put me through college such as cooking, cleaning, and going to the market.  Add to that commuting fifty miles and spending half the day in class three days a week, and then having to read volumes for each class.  It can wear a body down quickly.

            I'm thirteen years older than the majority of my classmates.  That might not sound like much, but wait till you get there.  It's an effort for me to stay up past midnight anymore, no matter what time I got up.  After a while, something has to go on the back burner, and for me it was my book review.  I'm certainly not advocating neglecting one's studies, but it was the choice I made.

            When I attended ECU eleven years ago, I could start writing a major paper the night before it was due, knock off around 4 a.m., get four hours of sleep, and go to school the next day, and it wouldn't even faze me.  My eyelids wouldn't droop once, and I'd at least get a B on the paper.

            Monday, I felt like I was in Neverland (Peter Pan's version, not Michael Jackson's), and all my professors probably thought I was coming off a three-day drunk.  I'll probably be lucky to get a Q on the book review, much less an F.

            I think young college students get a bad rap.  People older than I think they're lazy, and that they spend too much time partying and not enough time studying.  Hey, if you can have any kind of life and then stay up all night reading a book and/or writing a paper, and still be able to function the next day and make a passing grade, then my hat's off to you because I just can't do it anymore.

 

© 2007 by J.D. Lewis

Here are a few pics in a slide show...the pond had some oddities scattered all over the trail... my favorite was the tv with the antenna and see who's face is on the screen! LOL!

 

Why do I despise these adds so much? Is it because it's so butt-stupid retarded obvious? Is it because there are people out there who might see it as a fun little challenge and actually try to take the test?

Or is it because that second theory totally explains the second Bush administration?

The above conundra are just a few of the burdens of my staggering intellect. So to level the playing field -and to demonstrate my considerable PhotoShop prowess (I made these changes in less than an hour, I must add modestly)- I've cleverly updated this ad and retooled some of the foils (or did I?) to make it more relevant to 21st century readers... and to make it more challenging to those of us bright enough to never click on one of these ads.

How well can you do on this new and improved quiz?

This is a picture of Michael Jackson with his nephew, JT, from a while ago:


Now taking a picture with your nephew is no biggie but taking a picture with your nephew and his pube cleavage is kinda freaky if you ask me.