But Why Would He Want To Be A Skeleton?
Mood:  mischievious
Topic: Evil Things
The Michael Jackson prosecution has rested, and that odd Ben Franklin/William Penn clone, Mesereau, has commenced putting on the defense. First up: A "dancer/film director" (!!!) who testified yesterday that although he visited the Neverland Ranch over 20 times as a boy, Michael never tried to put a move on him.

Maybe it's just that Michael didn't think he was cute enough to molest. Do you think that's ever occurred to the guy -- that Michael simply didn't find him sexually attractive? I wonder if his feelings are just a little bit hurt.

Sam came up to the computer and saw a photograph of Michael leaving the courthouse with his poor mother, Katherine Jackson, and here is how that conversation went:

Sam: Eww, Michael Jackson. Who's that lady?

Me: That's his mother.

Sam: She's not a skeleton.

Me: No . . . his mother is just a lady. See, Michael Jackson wasn't always a skeleton. He became a skeleton, later. At first, he was just a kid.

Sam: He was?

Me [realizing that Sam might now be worried about becoming a skeleton himself]: Yes, but see, he wanted to become a skeleton. People don't just turn into skeletons, but when he grew up, he wanted to be one, so he went to the doctors and told them to turn him into a skeleton. Nobody knows why.

Sam: Is his mother scared of him?

Me: Probably.

Sam is not a fearful child, and I'm glad of that. That's some strange world his mind cooks up, populated with deliberate skeletons lurking in courthouses and dead birds flying through the air. He's a sunshiny kid, really, but who knows -- perhaps I have given birth to the next Tim Burton.