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Michael Jackson photo gallery

I wish I wasn't so late in adding this photo gallery, but here are just a few photographed moments in the man's life that I wanted to share with everyone that reads my blog. Enjoy and remember the genius.

I always remember how scared I got when I heard Vincent Price's laugh. That video, "Thriller," just did something for and to me and hopefully crafted my musical tastes that I have today. My brother and I beat each other up over who was going to listen to the "Bad" album in their walkman.

The man had some of the greatest records ever made and I'm glad I was around to experience it. I still have my Thriller and Off the Wall LPs.

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The Daily Show's take on newspapers

All I could do was laugh cry at what Jon Stewart put together last night about the past, present and future of print journalism.

Just watch and enjoy.

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In honor of "The Hangover," here's my bachelor party story

(Clayton note: This is a rerun blog from November 26, 2007)

I figured it wouldn't be a good story if I couldn't tell anyone about it, so here goes nothing. Saturday my brother got hitched. Good wedding - I'm assuming - nice presents and a good reception.
Everything about the wedding went according to plan.

Fortunately for me I was selected to be the best man. What an honor. I've never thrown a bachelor party before. I've only been to my own, and we just went bar hopping. It was fun, but I didn't know much different Friday night.

My brother's father-in-law set us up with a room at the Days Inn... (thank you Days Inn staff for not calling the cops by the way.)

We went to a couple of bars, nothing too crazy. It was my brother, two sibling groomsmen, a guy from the Mississippi, a newly married man and me. We were met up by a few others but the before mentioned group was the life of the party.

We went to Stage West for 50-cent drinks. (Thank you Lord for inventing the 50-cent drink night.) Then we hit up Old Town and saw a ton of old buddies. It was a nice night overall. After that my buddies went to Maximus. I stayed in the parking lot. I had spent all of the money I withdrew for the day on gay bachelor party gifts -- his name was Butch and he was fabulous -- and booze.

Maximus was the last stop on the Bachelor Party fun map.

Don't really know how it happened but my friends were able to convince an "employee" to visit the ol' hotel room. I think she heard $ and perked up.

To tell the truth, I had no idea who the girl was until much, much, much later. Like next morning later. We all went back to the hotel, high-school party style, and drank and drank some more. Some friends puked and some passed out in the hotel lobby. (If you see me on the streets I'd be happy to show you the video.)

So about 6 a.m. rolls around and I figure then was as good a time as ever to get some zzz's with only about 12 hours to go until the wedding.

I wake up at 9 a.m. and three of the groomsmen were gone, but the stripper wasn't. It was her, my bro and me...all alone.

Dilemma of that day. Wake up the girl and shoo her out? Or let my brother, the only person in the room beside the stripper, worry about the problem.

Have a good one bro....

(Clayton note: This is a rerun blog from November 26, 2007)

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