They're dying, and no one seems to care.

The most popular subject of the past 38 hours has been the death of Micheal Jackson, Ferrah Fawcett, and Ed McMahon. No doubt these three have accomplished some truly awesome things in their lifetimes, but they were NOT gods. They were humans, just like us, designed to wear down and wither away. I just can't understand why people idolize celebrities as if they were parts of their own family. I've seen people actually cry over Michaels death whom didn't shed a single tear at their own mothers funeral. It's ridiculous. I can't let myself believe that these emotions are real. I'm sorry, I think that people love to make spectacles. Everything is an opportunity to be in the spotlight. When news broke, it became almost a game to see how many people you could tell before they found out from someone else, just to be the one to have broken the news to someone. Why? Because of voyeurism. People enjoy attention and praise and sympathy and will move at any pace to obtain it. Even if it means turning the death of someone else into a chance to pull focus on them, by crying hysterically, or becoming insanely critical of the life that the deceased led during life. I don't think that I've seen more negative posts and statuses about MJ in the last day or so than there was during his trials. People who weren't even really fans are all of sudden die hard MJ fans and are torn up over his death. GET OVER YOURSELVES. It's oddly frustrating the length that average fuck ups will go to in order to be noticed.

We should indeed acknowledge that they were talented and gifted individuals, then we should fucking MOVE ON.

Another thing that bothers me is the response to these deaths on a national level. Why is there not such an uproar when young men and women of the armed forces are brought back in boxes? They're dying and no one seems to care. Some of these people were barely 18, never married, never owned homes, never had children, they died young and horridly just so we could sit comfortably at home and give the sympathy and attention that is rightfully theirs to a singer, actress, and announcer. Sure Michael Jackson sold countless records, but he never slept in a barrack afraid for his life. Sure Farrah Fawcett was a legendary sex symbol, but she never had to take someones life in order to protect her own and YOURS. For these artists, their lives go on through their albums and movies, but for the solders at war, they die nameless and without recognition, living on through our FREEDOM.

Get it together.

Jessica and Hunter: Go to Pinkberry

I don't think that I've ever laughed so hard. THE BEST HUMANS OF 2000whatever forever.

Xtube me.

I never thought that I could become bored with limitless amounts of information and entertainment. But, it appears that the Internet is not as limitless as I had once believed. Without a purpose or goal, the Internet becomes a sick whorehouse filled with cheap boys and bad actors. Since when did I become addicted to porn? This can't be my life. I remember a time when a man's vice used to be alcohol, or drugs, or beating his wife even. This cyber age has opened up a whole new type of freak within the human psyche. It's gross. Even men who were hooked on hookers had to leave their homes to find the blessed "woman of the night", I don't have to leave my room. The shiny men of Corbin Fisher and the slightly sleazy folks at Xtube have become my new BFF's, providing countless hours of entertainment. This disease has evolved so much that I'm not even tuning my disco stick anymore. It's almost like porn is the new soap opera. Take for example, Maverickmannn on Xtube, I (sometimes) can't WAIT to get home to see which little 14 they're passing off as barely 18. I need help. No, FO REAL DOE. I'm about 40lbs and a saved by the bell t-shirt away from being Bruce Vilanch.