R.I.P. Michael Jackson (1958–2009).

Wow.

That was the only word I could sum up when I found out.

[And I couldn't even talk it over with anybody, because I was at work at the time, and was not supposed to be surfing the Internet.]

I grew up on Michael Jackson songs. I remember loving Smooth Criminal (seriously, how awesome was that whole 'leaning on the floor' thing?), and getting creeped out by the Thriller video, and wishing I could moonwalk. Even though we haven't really heard anything new from him in a while, he's definitely still the King of Pop.

Rest in peace, Michael Jackson. We'll miss you.


EDIT: I read somewhere that this must've been what it was like when Elvis had died. So true.

Lousy fricken' Esquire.

I just found out that Esquire magazine's fiction-writing competition is open to the Americas only.

Yes, I know that it's a common-sense thing, it's an American magazine, of bloody course it's only open to Americas. But the reason I got hopeful was because it was posted up on an Australian writing forum, under 'Competitions and Publications'.

I only found out because I Googled it for more info and got to the website proper.

Nuts.


EDIT: I found this story offa the Esquire fiction site. READ! :D

DUBBLE-EDIT: And also this one :D)