This is for all you bored people wanting to read something on this Monday morning:

1. Yesterday some Russian guy across the street was parking his car. His windows were rolled down and his speakers were blasting. No, it wasn't rap, or trance, or even some Russian hip hop, but it was opera! Who the heck listens to opera in the car, and has the balls to roll down his window and tell the world, "Dude, this music is off the heezy forsheezy."

2. At the Thanksgiving dinner, me and Brian started talking about Michael Jackson. I think he's guilty, but Brian thinks he's innocent. We did both agree his earlier music was great, like stuff off his Thriller cd. But I still have this weird feeling he's a child molestor. A grown man who admits he lets little boys sleep in the bed with him has some problems. And his face is getting whiter faster than Anna Nicole Smith is gaining weight. I do admit I jump to conclusions very quickly and maybe he isn't guilty, but I wouldn't want my children anywhere near him. I could dangle my own son from my own window, I don't need a pop star to do it.

My brother did say something weird yesterday that I never really realized. He said Michael Jackson is more popular than Jesus. And in a way, I think that's true. People crowd the streets just to get a glimpse of him. The media watches every move he makes, listens to every word he says, and photographs every baby he dangles. I would even guess that some true fanatics would even kill just to meet him. There aren't too many people around that get this kind of attention and publicity. If Jesus were around during this era of the Internet and Poperazzi, I wonder how he'd react. I'm guessing he'd punch some cameraman who got too close. I think guys like OJ and Kobe are being treated like gods.

3. Today I went to the Cheungs house to go play some geetar with Selina and Martin. Selina got mad because I didn't let her play with my geetar at first. Just the site of Selina's scraped up fingerboard on her own geetar scared me because she doesn't cut her nails. Yes, eventually I did let her use my geetar twice being the nice guy that I am (and after me and Martin made her cut her nails). Selina, if you ever decide to buy a new expensive shiny geetar, you will then understand. Playing with another man's geetar is like driving someone's brand new Jaguar. My fingers are finally getting all hurt and blistery. Must mean I'm starting to get my money's worth.

4. Only three more days! I will have a Thanksgiving blog coming up. Have fun!