Thursday, June 25, 2009

Man in the Mirror

This week, three entertainment icons have passed on.



Ed McMahon
March 6, 1923 – June 23, 2009
Will always be remembered for
Heeeeeeerrrrrrreeeeeee's Johnny!





Farrah Fawcett
February 2, 1947 – June 25, 2009
Iconic pin-up "Angel" with the
much desired feathered tresses


Michael Jackson
August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009

Michael Jackson is the one that gave me pause. And I don't think I can sum him up, as I have the other two.

You know, when someone passes away, even a celebrity, I think about how that person may have impacted my life. Farrah and the popularlity of Charlie's Angels was a little before my TV viewing days. And Ed McMahon's reign as Carson sidekick was pre-Leno, which was about the time I started watching the Tonight Show.

Somewhat ironically, after years of relativly quiet celebrity-hood, both Farrah and Ed have spent time in the headlines, for moments both would have certainly rather endured privately. Farrah for her battle with cancer, documented in "Farrah's Story", Ed for his bankruptcy.

Then there's Michael. At first, I thought his impact on my life was as his role in public tended to be in the later years - a punchline for jokes about plastic surgery, skin conditions, baby dangling and inappropriate relationships with small boys (there might even be a completely inappropriate version of "Rubber Ducky" floating around from my college days that was inspired by that last bit.) And for a moment, that's how I remembered him.

Then, on the way home from work, my carpool companions (Slacker & Steve) were taking calls from listeners who were sharing stories about Michael Jackson. Not Michael Jackson, the Headline. But Michael Jackson, the Headliner. The King of Pop. The voice of a new generation.

I was never a particularly huge Michael Jackson fan - I knew his stuff and I have his HIStory CD, but I wouldn't have gone to a concert, or actively sought out his new material. But when I got into the car, they were playing one of my favorite songs. And I remember, that for a lot of years - before the headlines and the surgeries and the unfortunate baby dangling - Michael sang for a better world. We Are the World, Earth Song, Man in the Mirror, Black & White and Heal the World.

So today, I choose to remember him as a voice that opened my eyes to the possibility that I can be an instrument for change.


I'm going to make a change for once in my life
It's gonna feel real good, Gonna make a Difference
Gonna make it right...

As I turn up the collar on my favorite winter coat
This wind is blowin' my mind
I see the kids in the street with not enough to eat
Who am I to be blind, pretending not to see their needs

A summer's disregard, a broken bottle top
And a one man's soul
They follow each other on the wind ya' know
'Cause they got nowhere to go
That why I want you to know

I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then
Make a Change

I've been a victim of a selfish kind of love
It's time that I realize
That there are some with no home, not a nickel to loan
Could it be really me, pretending that they're not alone

A willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart
And a washed-out dream
They follow the pattern of the wind, ya'see
Cause they got no place to be
That's why I'm starting with me

I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his way
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and
Make a change

You gotta get it right while you got the time
Cause when you close your heart
Then you close your mind!

Monday, June 8, 2009

Feed My Delusions...

Welcome to the new era of "fan-dom." Now it's even easier to stalk your favorite celebrity!

Welcome to the world of Twitter.

Here's how it works. If I had a life, I could post updates (or tweets) to my Twitter of what I was doing and my "followers" would be kept up to date. If I had a life...

I mean, obviously, I have a life. I just don't have a LIFE. Or at least, I don't have a LIFE where I could post interesting updates on a regular basis. I set up my Twitter account by accident, while trying to read a Twitter feed from Despair.com. And even though I didn't mean to establish a Twitter feed, I can't seem to help posting a random update.

Totally random updates. Kinda like this blog...

Then, one day at lunch with my "book club," someone mentioned following a celebrity on Twitter. And on a whim, I decided to see if Matthew Perry had a Twitter feed. And alas, he does. And there's this amazing option, where I can have his Twitter updates sent to my cell phone like text messages. So now...

I get text messages from Matthew Perry.

Well, me and 80,000 other people. Literally - 80,000 followers and counting. Can you even imagine 80,000+ people interested in you?

But regardless of how many other people read these "tweets," it's still unbelieveable to me, this real-time world of celebrity-fan connections. It's such a strange sensation, to get a tweet on my cell phone and know that right now, MP is settling in to watch a movie, or a hockey game. That just a few minutes ago, MP typed a message and hit send. And instantly, his fans know what he's up to.

Seriously - Does this make me a stalker?

Not that that would be a new role for me. I've always been somewhat of a stalker - just one that's been "locational-ly challenged."

Just kidding - I don't have stalker in me.

It takes too much initative.

(Also, I was thinking of adding a picture of MP to this post, but seriously...that makes me feel like "crazy stalker girl" and I just can't get myself to go there...)
Post-Edit (Like WAY post edit, like 2-17-10 post edit): So (speaking of MP), a few months ago he started this joke and asked his followers to tweet him a punch line. I sent him one and he re-tweeted it. Like seriously...I (stalker that I am), almost kinda had brief, technological encounter with MP. It was cool...well, that and for a short while, because he re-tweeted my post, I picked up some of his crazy stalker fans.
Seriously...Crazy. Stalkers.
Unlike me...Sane stalker who is geographically challenged (in other words, I live too far away to sit at the end of his driveway, looking into windows with night-vision goggles).
MP: "Having lunch with your trainer is comforting and not satisfying all at the same time. Kinda like...(insert joke here).
PH: "Like reality tv..."