OMG you’re not saying that you actually think those children were concieved the regular way?
Them’s test-tube babies. Or adopted. I would actually have to see a videotape to believe they were concieved by Jacko and his “wife” (or whatever). But, of course, upon seeing such a tape, I would unfortunately have to throw myself beneath a train. So perhaps that’s a revelation I can live without.
On no, no. I’m well aware that no human woman would consent to sexual relations with Jacko. But, in order to get samples of his sperm (I just had a whole body shiver, like when you hear fingermails on a chalkboard), he would need to…uhhhh…“extract” it.
I’m totally with you on the videotape thing.
Oh, I’d spend a lot on art-I LOVE Art Nouveau, and if I had the money, and the opportunity to buy things by Faberge, you bet I would. (Especially the Imperial eggs), or whatever.
It’s just the way he was so casual about it. And the stuff wasn’t stuff of importance-it was just URNS for crissakes.
Nothing wrong with climbing trees-that’s a beautiful tree, and that pond by it…spectacular view. Although, I never did climb trees, as I’m uncoordinated as all get out and afraid of heights.
Well, only the one night:
Lessee, this was post my car wreck, so 1992/3-ish?
At the time, I’d taken a summer shift in Disney Clothiers, on Main Street (about halfway up the right hand side of the street, in a building with shared access to, in order, the Camera Shop, China Closet, Silhouettes, the glass shop and a plush shop at the top of the street. This becomes important later).
My shift started at 1850, and was due to end at 0200 (in the summer, the park closes at midnight and Main Street is “officially” open until 0100. Of course, if you’re in the Emporium, you’re lucky if you get the last guest out of there half an hour after that. But I digress. The extra hour on the clock was time to close the registers - count cash and balance them - clean up the shop, drop off the cash at cash control and still have fifteen minutes to change out of your costume and get to the time clocks to clock out).
Because it had been a warm night, and therefore slow in Clothiers, we were down to two registers. The upper shops had already closed, so we were able to lock everything down precisely at 0100. I was up front counting one of the registers, and my Lead (manager) was counting the other, when we got a phone call.
Michael Jackson had just come in the park and wanted to shop in our block of shops. Put the money back in the tills, reopen the register, and wait.
Mike (the Lead) wanted to send everyone else home, but that wasn’t allowed. So he took the register he’d been counting out into the back and finished closing it, leaving me up front.
Jacko came through Clothiers in a whir, and walked up to the China Closet. He proceeded to spend nearly an hour window-shopping, and bought nothing. During this time, we had literally nothing to do - Clothiers was clean, everything was restocked (better than we generally had a chance to do it); Mike even had one of the guys clean the brass - not our job, but we were out of our skulls with boredom/exhaustion.
I was finally allowed to close my register at 0225, when Michael left through the China Closet back entrance. He had not bought anything.
We clocked out at nearly 0300.
(Boy, that was long.)
Tuckerfan -
Disneyland is, and has been as far back as I can remember, a 24/7 operation. Now, there was one day, back in the 1990s, when there was a tornado in downtown Anaheim that the park ended up closed due to weather. But the Riots didn’t close it. 911 didn’t close it.
It’s possible Jacko was there early, before park open; or that there was something else going on - it’s also possible that someone got a lucky shot.
Jacko could easily have arranged a “private party,” but those are at night, after regular hours, and just about anyone can arrange them. Some corporations even do them as fundraisers. (No, I don’t remember - if I ever knew - the cost of an evening party.)
Of course, the above is AFAIR. YMMV.
Apropos of nothing very much…
Zappa’s children are named as follows:
Moon Unit
Dweezil
Ahmet also sometimes given as Ahmet Emuukha Rhodan
Diva
All in all, pretty strange but I’ve heard much worse…
I thought Zappa had a son named Motorhead.
Thanks.
And to Opal: in my previous search for recordings, they said Moreschi wasn’t a particularly good singer, but he’s the only castrati they have recorded.
Predictions, anyone?
How will MJ finally end up? Jailed? Suicide? A faded forgotten obit in 2027?
Somehow I see an out-of-character police siege.
Super Gnat, you are correct; Moreschi was a lousy singer (as anyone can tell by listening to him), but his recordings are of historical significance, as they are the only recordings of castrati.
Then again…
The jazz singer Jimmy Scott has a medical condition in which his testicles never descended and he never experienced sexual maturation, i.e., his voice never changed. In essence, he is a natural castrato. And when he sings, you know you’re hearing a master; he’s worth checking out.
P.S. Sorry for the hijack. Got carried away.
No, no, that was a good one! 
As for MJL… he could really benifit from losing a LOT of money. I don’t want to see him in the poorhouse but he could really use someone telling him how messed up he is and getting him help without him having the money or power to stay in denial.
Not a hijack at all Jackelope. I listened to the Moreschi recordings and wondered if he was just awful or I was just ignorant. Jimmy Scott I’ve heard of and he is a better example of the voice if not the style.
My hunny made a good point…Jackson is an extraordinarily bad liar. His lies are downright insulting. And the reason for that is pretty easy to figure: absolutely no one close to him ever busts him on it. Which means that the poor guy doesn’t have even one really good friend.
He’s a desperately sad soul that is only going to get sadder with time.
No one else is mentioning the thing about him that disturbs ME the most: he seems dirty. Physically unclean. His hair is stringy and looks like it has tons of goo in it, his makeup tends to look very Elizabeth R in her later years, caked on, and his hand…eew…his fingertips are brown. He looks like he smells funny.
with that nose of his, I’m not sure he smells at all.
stoid whispers.
oh. well that’s very different.
Nevermind.
I’ll concede the stringy hair. But overall, I’m not sure his appearance is that bad, nor that less-than-perfect self-maintenance is bad either. There was a time when he was obsessed with hygiene and avoiding germs, maybe due to OCD, or just Howard Hughes-esque isolation. He was also excessively vain and self-centered. In fact, that may be another reason why he was unable to relate to anyone except children for many years.
I’m not saying he’s a good parent. But it does seem that he cares for his kids, in his own misguided way. If he were the same person he was in the late '80s, he would definitely be a bad parent through simply ignoring his kids. At least this way, they get attention.
You do realize that that isn’t his hair, right? It’s a wig.
It it even remotely possible that the parents of kids who spend the night at the ranch actually think it’s an innocent slumber party? Is anyone really that delusional? Or should they all have their kids taken away from them?
He said his father has blue eyes, but from every article that discussed this, it seems Joe Jackson has BROWN eyes.
The lies he tells are so easily refuted. But what’s even more disturbing-he believes those lies.
He scares me.
Stoid, who is Elizabeth R?
Elizabeth I of England signed herself that way (actually the present queen does too). I expect the Glenda Jackson version explains Stoid’s point pretty well.
AAAAHHH!!! Holy Mary, Mother of GOD, make it STOP!!!
