I was in a funk all day. I woke up late, groggy, in the early afternoon. I ate lunch, did a little internet surfing, but after only a few hours being up and active, I didn’t feel much up for anything and could only go back to lie in bed. Around 6pm, I read an email header on my phone that said Michael Jackson had suffered from cardiac arrest and had been rushed to a hospital.

I thought that in itself was tragic but didn’t think much more about it. “Hopefully they fix him up,” I thought as I drifted off for a few more hours of sleep.

I woke up some time after 9pm and started up my time-delayed DVR recording of So You Think You Can Dance, and the start of the show began somberly as Nigel began eulogizing. “These things happen in threes.” I knew Ed McMahon and Farrah Fawcett had died; was Michael that third? Is it true? (more…)