Media-crity

Michael Jackson has, as most everyone knows, died at the age of 50. I’ve been trying to come up with some pithy way of summing it up for Facebook and Twitter. Is this what has become of my love of writing? Nevertheless, I failed. Thus, my dusty blog.

I really have no opinion on him either way. He has some catchy tunes, and you can’t deny his influence on pop music, but I wouldn’t call myself a fan.

Really, stuff like this just makes me think about mortality and here today, gone tomorrow. He’s been such an institution in the media and in entertainment, for better or for worse, so knowing that he’s gone is unsettling somehow.

Now, back to my NCIS marathon. Two days in a row, USA! You must really love me.

Last night I inadvertently broke back into my very first gmail address, which I set up 5 years ago and pretty much never used again.

It seems 3 or 4 people have been handing it out as their own since then and I have 91 personal emails in that inbox.

Things I have learned in sorting through the 1000 emails in the inbox to find the personal ones.

1. When you add a number to the end of your email address (such as jsmith2), half the time people will forget it.
2. Talbots sends a shitload of emails. 50% of the emails were from Talbots.
3. ALWAYS CHECK THE EMAIL ADDRESS BEFORE SENDING NAKED PICTURES FROM YOUR CELLPHONE.

You’re welcome.