You know what annoyed me the most about Michael Jackson passing away last year? It was the millions of "fans" in this country who jumped back on the bandwagon once he was gone. During the last several years of his life, MJ got minimal love in this country, which was one of the main reasons he was going to start his "This Is It" tour in England. Now I'm sure the allegations and his odd appearance didn't exactly make it easy to root for MJ, but that sure as hell did not stop people once he passed away. Meanwhile, loyal fans like me, never left the MJ bandwagon, and were forced to carry the torch in the leaner years. So now when I see alleged MJ fans talk about the depth of their fandom, I want to smack them with hose full of sand. I'm glad they still appreciate MJ's music, but where were you when needed you? Where we you when Invincible came out?

Damn I sound like a creepy groupie. Only one of those words is an accurate description of me though.

Anyway, tomorrow I will be helping my brother, my sister-in-law and my nephew pack their stuff and move out of the area. They are moving on up in the world, and they will now call Brooklyn, NY their home. If I take my own selfish needs out of it, this is a good move for both of them. My sister-in-law will be teaching at a good charter school, and this will allow my brother to pursue his side ventures with more vigor. But the big brother side of me will miss being able to drive 15 minutes down the road to Largo, MD, to see my nephew. I'll miss calling my brother after work and meeting him for a drink (or 2 or 9). I'll miss giving my lovely sister-in-law yet another chance to poison my fiancee and I with her awful macaroni and cheese (true story, she gave us REAL bad food poisoning two years ago). These are priceless memories, and its not like they can't be created in Brooklyn, its just not as convenient for me--and that's ultimately who its all about...me. But seriously, I will miss all of them, and I have no problems visiting New York more often. Happy trails to you all, and if I throw my back out while helping you all move in the 145 degree heat, there will be hell to pay.

In this MJ/Jacksons video below, pay special to attention to the 53 second mark when he spins three times, and still sings on-key without missing a beat.