You may have noticed recently the blogs wherein I ask you the readers to settle a very serious debate between me and Chris. You see, when we disagreed on who the better dancer or who the better ’90s grunge rocker was, I took the debate here to be settled. And why wouldn’t I? The Internet can answer all of life’s questions, right?
[For the record, I chose Patrick Swayze as Best Dancer and Chris Cornell as Best ’90s Grunge Rocker. Patrick Swayze v. John Travolta was a toughie. “Pulp Fiction” is one of my all time favorite movies, but The Swayze’s sexy dance moves in “Dirty Dancing” just couldn’t be beat. I also won’t deny that a big reason I picked him was because he picked Baby. Any girl who’s ever gone through, err, prominent nose issues during her teens can relate to this one. As for Eddie Vedder v. Chris Cornell, Chris is just hotter, hands down.]
The next big debate I was going to post here was one with Michael Jackson as one of the choices. And, well, as you already know [and if you don’t, here, let me do the cliched, “Have you been living under a rock or what?!”] Michael Jackson is dead and now it seems like I’m writing this blog for him, but I swear I’m not. I have actually been thinking about this one for well over a month, which I think proves two things: 1) I spend entirely too much time thinking about things that DON’T MATTER AT ALL, and 2) I am incredibly lazy and a failure at blogging if I can’t post the one thing I’ve been thinking about posting for a month.
So, readers, I know this one’s kind of a gimme, but in honor of the late, great MJ, help me settle this one:
“Smooth Criminal”-off: Michael Jackson v. Alien Ant Farm.
You decide.
MJ. No contest.
P.S. I always wanted to name my dog "Patrick Swayze" but now that he is dying it seemed too morbid. Luke it is.