Welp, it's official - Michael Jackson, at the age of 50, has died of a heart attack.

I don't know what to say other than... I am disappointed. I was a fan of his work, and not too long ago, I gained much respect when I learned a little about his past. It's sad that he lost his chance at a real childhood because of fame.

He's not been very well liked in recent years, I know. And when I've said to people I liked his music, it would give weird looks. The fact is, though, I was a fan of his music, not the man he became. But despite the jokes I've made in the past, I do feel sorry for him and how he's changed. And now, jokes just seem cruel.

I'm watching the news for once, watching the report they have going on. Even though I'm going out to see Transformers 2, when I get back, I think I'll watch Moonwalker in honor of him.

So, yeah. Rest in peace, oh King of Pop.