When you are a blogger, opinions, usually strong ones, are your stock-in-hobby. Regular readers of this blog know full well that I am never short of opinions. However, in regard to the deaths of Farrah Fawcett and the volcanic media eruption upon the death of Michael Jackson, I confess to having no opinions. I recall Farrah Fawcett vaguely from Charlie’s Angels, a show that sometimes came on when the tv was providing background noise during my college and lawschool years, but if I ever watched more than a few minutes I would be surprised. Her poster was ubiquitous in the dorms at the time, but the attraction eluded me, something about the smile I found off-putting. Other than that, nothing as far as I was concerned.