Mea Culpa...Mea Maxima Culpa

It's been 6 months since my last blog.....

It's not as if I've had nothing to speak about....it's not that I've been lazy. I have just neglected this corner of interwebrealestate for the last little bit.

Rest assured, however.....I made it out of Boise alive.

I made it out of Boise alive and one of the things I was doing while waiting (ultimately in vain) for Skywest to come up with something resembling "customer service" was enjoying the vast knowledge base supplied by Wikipedia.

I love Wikipedia. I know it's wrong. As someone who used to pride himself on his ability to find relevant case law and articles, I should be ashamed that such a website exists.

But I love it nonetheless.

I love it for it's comprehensive (albeit shady) view of anything pop culture. If I want to find out how historically inaccurate Braveheart was I go to Wikipedia. Or, if I want to find out which episodes of Law and Order guest starred Michael Imperioli. Or, if I want to find the trade name of a medication without a billion pop-up ads. Or, in the case of that fateful night.....a comprehensive and shady view of the The People of the State of California v. Michael Joseph Jackson

Don't ask me how I ended up on that topic. But, I ended up learning all about a case that was, in reality, pretty uninteresting. I mean, it was a standard trial. People said this. Other people said "Nuh-uh" The Defendant hired then fired superattorney/mediaprostitute (picture Janice Dickinson with a J.D.), Mark Geragos and then hired the even stranger looking but oddly devoid of ickiness, Thomas Mesereau; he was found Not-Guilty and the crazy people out front released a bunch of doves which ended up circling around and pooping on people everywhere (a fact that, sadly, wasn't included in the latest Wikifraudia entry). You know - typical boring crap!

And because it was relatively boring, the entire action of me looking up all that information had escaped my mind. It had escaped my mind until now - when the King of Pop died and what had been a relatively exciting political news week suddenly became a mass amount of hysterical pop culture vomit.

So, goodbye Michael Jackson. You kept me busy and sane for at least one hour of my life.