Michael Jackson Christ

It's been an unnerving event to witness the throngs transfixed to the big screens at the entrance of Fry's during the last couple weeks (yes, I go there quite frequently, thank you). They're watching Michael Jackson's new DVD video collection, and, apparently, are unable to proceed further into the store to support the economy without absorbing the gyrating figure of Jacko the Magic Baby Handler. Apparently, the images hold the same fascination as looking at, say, a woman with a beard; it's just freaky, and you can't take your eyes off it.

People scare me.