MJ
I don’t have any fond Michael Jackson memories, so I’ll just mention my last MJ memory. I was dancing at a bar in Vegas with friends at a post-wedding party. One of those where all the friends are dancing in a circle. The DJ was playing 80s hits and a bunch of corny 70s/80s MJ songs in a row came on. The chick I was next to and I kept commenting to each other how this music sucked to dance to. We danced half-assedly for a couple of songs and then I left and got a beer or something.
R.I.P. MJ.
Comedy, tech, bikes, a mild-to-moderate Japan obsession, internet memes, food, photography, cats, Seattle. You know, the usual. 
