A year ago today I hadn’t thought much about what happens when you die, or even what could happen when millions of people who feel a connection to a man like Michael Jackson suddenly lose him.

In what can only be considered continued monkey business on the part of La Toya “Least Talented Jackson” Jackson, Animal Planet arranged a reunion between her and Bubbles and she was all in. Yes a reunion with Michael’s boo Bubbles The Chimp. That’s why I called it monkey business. Get it?

Contrary to your assertions, Coolio, life IS NOT a fantastic voyage of any sort. If you look left to right really fast doesn’t it remind you of a vase of wilted flowers?

I am not in the business of disrespecting legends. I swear I’m not. But Aretha Franklin is really starting to try my patience.

This is a very grown black lady look – her blonde highlighted wig is tossed to the side and she is wearing it like she’s got some business. As usual, her bountiful breasts are howling out less so for R-E-S-P-E-C-T and more for S-U-P-P-O-R-T. I mean, I just

Today is Prince’s birthday, and in spite of all the years of musical enjoyment he’s provided I’m kind of mad at him right now. The first fit of anger is toward the fact that he’s fifty-two years old and looks so silky smooth. The second is because the old fogey won’t let any of his videos stay on YouTube for more than a few weeks. It’s super annoying and kind of mean! I should be able to drum up any Prince video I want to, don’t you think?

I was just talking about the song “Diamonds and Pearls,” with…

I love black sitcoms. You all know this. So even when a new black sitcom is sandwiched between that which I can barely tolerate (House of Payne) and that which I despise (Meet The Browns), I will try it. Around 8:58 PM I hoped that the worst of this endeavor would be catching the last few minutes of House of Payne, during which Big Mama Payne explains how much she loves Big Papa Payne even though he made her miss the gospel revival. Although Are We There Yet? is leaps and bounds better than the other two black sitcoms on TBS, the…

See, I wouldn’t laugh this hard if the reason for rejecting my passport photo had something to do with my skin color, yet somehow because it’s Mr. Li I can’t stop laughing. The way my sense of humor has been developing lately, I swear I’m not going to have a single Asian friend left soon.

Full disclosure: I am a moody, easily depressed, sensitive about my writing type of person. When concepts won’t quite gel in my mind or I don’t have much to say, I feel pretty hopeless. When I’m flying high and full of ideas nothing can stop me. Then there’s that in-between place where I know what I want to say but don’t feel like saying it for free. That’s just real talk. Anyway for the past month I’ve been each of those for about five minutes every day in rapid succession, a cycle powered by what I now see was just…

Uh, word? This mask is actually called “Peaches Mask African American Woman Halloween Costume Accessory.” It’s sold by the Amazon store Grim Reaper and produced by a Chicago-based company called Zagone Studios. The Amazon page doesn’t explain how to rock Peaches properly, so I did a little but of web searching.

I need to get a few things off of my chest.

If I fainted and woke up to Michael Jackson’s doctor putting an IV into my arm I would’ve flipped out right there on that plane. I mean they’d have to call the air marshalls, TSA, CIA, FBI, FEMA, all of them. I mean for real hell no. Let me breathe into a paper bag or wave some smelling salts under my nose instead. I might start carrying smelling salts for that reason alone, and I don’t even really know what smelling salts are exactly.