Come ON, what gives?

NOW WHO IS GOING TO YELL AT ME IN AN ATTEMPT TO PERSUADE ME TO PURCHASE LUDICROUS ITEMS OFF THE TELEVISION?!

Perhaps I'm just different, but I'm way more affected by the news of Billy Mays' death than that of Michael Jackson. I mention his and not that of Farrah Fawcett or Ed McMahon because neither one of their passings left a gaping hole in the Internet like that of Jackson's. THE MAN SINGLE-HANDEDLY ALMOST DESTROYED THE INTERWEBS!

I suppose I was brought in a house that appreciates the absurdities of infomercials more than it uses music as a background to events. I dunno. While every single one of my memories might lack a MJ song to go along with it, I suppose there is a song by En Vogue or The Wallflowers or... anything BUT Michael Jackson to go along with it.

Direct-to-consumer advertising may just hold a special place in my heart. I love things like the ShamWOW, Snuggie and Hercules Hooks (which I am a proud owner of, by the way) that have such kitschy pitches they're unstoppable forces to be reckoned with. Apparently Mays himself wasn't quite as unstoppable.

I need some Mighty Mendit for this hole in my heart. (What's more, it'll hold for 50+ washes!)

But you know the man's up there in heaven right now doing demonstrations of wacky inventions for the folks up there.

R.I.P. Billy <3



On the plus side, I'm outta here in less than 12 hours.

Riyadh -> Bahrain -> London -> Miami -> Orlando -> Gainesville

... And there's supposed to be some sleep in there.