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Sega has responded to requests for a Moonwalker video game re-release in the wake of Michael Jackson's death.

 

Through its official Twitter feed, Sega said that the requests were "understandable" but would take a long time due to rights issues.

 

"Lots of requests for a Moonwalker re-release, which is understandable, I'd imagine such a release wouldn't be possible for a long time though," the firm said.

 

"Who has say over the MJ image rights and estate for instance? Those things won't be sorted particularly fast you'd've thought."

 

Sega also agreed with a comment from one its followers suggesting that the re-release would be seen as a cashing in on the tragedy.

 

"You have to weigh it up, some fans would like it, others would see a cash-in on the unfortunate loss' - Exactly," it said.

 

Developed and published by Sega, the movie tie-in was released on the Mega Drive, Master System, Game Gear and Arcade in 1990.

 

http://www.digitalspy.co.uk/gaming/a162217...e-unlikely.html

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A Tribute to My Friend, Michael Jackson - by Deepak Chopra

 

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/deepak-chopr...i_b_221268.html

 

Jackson will be remembered, most likely, as a shattered icon, a pop genius who wound up a mutant of fame. That's not who I will remember, however. His mixture of mystery, isolation, indulgence, overwhelming global fame, and personal loneliness was intimately known to me. For twenty years I observed every aspect, and as easy as it was to love Michael -- and to want to protect him -- his sudden death yesterday seemed almost fated.

 

Two days previously he had called me in an upbeat, excited mood. The voice message said, "I've got some really good news to share with you." He was writing a song about the environment, and he wanted me to help informally with the lyrics, as we had done several times before. When I tried to return his call, however, the number was disconnected. (Terminally spooked by his treatment in the press, he changed his phone number often.) So I never got to talk to him, and the music demo he sent me lies on my bedside table as a poignant symbol of an unfinished life.

 

When we first met, around 1988, I was struck by the combination of charisma and woundedness that surrounded Michael. He would be swarmed by crowds at an airport, perform an exhausting show for three hours, and then sit backstage afterward, as we did one night in Bucharest, drinking bottled water, glancing over some Sufi poetry as I walked into the room, and wanting to meditate.

 

That person, whom I considered (at the risk of ridicule) very pure, still survived -- he was reading the poems of Rabindranath Tagore when we talked the last time, two weeks ago. Michael exemplified the paradox of many famous performers, being essentially shy, an introvert who would come to my house and spend most of the evening sitting by himself in a corner with his small children. I never saw less than a loving father when they were together (and wonder now, as anyone close to him would, what will happen to them in the aftermath).

 

Michael's reluctance to grow up was another part of the paradox. My children adored him, and in return he responded in a childlike way. He declared often, as former child stars do, that he was robbed of his childhood. Considering the monstrously exaggerated value our society places on celebrity, which was showered on Michael without stint, the public was callous to his very real personal pain. It became another tawdry piece of the tabloid Jacko, pictured as a weird changeling and as something far more sinister.

 

It's not my place to comment on the troubles Michael fell heir to from the past and then amplified by his misguided choices in life. He was surrounded by enablers, including a shameful plethora of M.D.s in Los Angeles and elsewhere who supplied him with prescription drugs. As many times as he would candidly confess that he had a problem, the conversation always ended with a deflection and denial. As I write this paragraph, the reports of drug abuse are spreading across the cable news channels. The instant I heard of his death this afternoon, I had a sinking feeling that prescription drugs would play a key part.

 

The closest we ever became, perhaps, was when Michael needed a book to sell primarily as a concert souvenir. It would contain pictures for his fans but there would also be a text consisting of short fables. I sat with him for hours while he dreamily wove Aesop-like tales about animals, mixed with words about music and his love of all things musical. This project became "Dancing the Dream" after I pulled the text together for him, acting strictly as a friend. It was this time together that convinced me of the modus vivendi Michael had devised for himself: to counter the tidal wave of stress that accompanies mega-stardom, he built a private retreat in a fantasy world where pink clouds veiled inner anguish and Peter Pan was a hero, not a pathology.

 

This compromise with reality gradually became unsustainable. He went to strange lengths to preserve it. Unbounded privilege became another toxic force in his undoing. What began as idiosyncrasy, shyness, and vulnerability was ravaged by obsessions over health, paranoia over security, and an isolation that grew more and more unhealthy. When Michael passed me the music for that last song, the one sitting by my bedside waiting for the right words, the procedure for getting the CD to me rivaled a CIA covert operation in its secrecy.

 

My memory of Michael Jackson will be as complex and confused as anyone's. His closest friends will close ranks and try to do everything in their power to insure that the good lives after him. Will we be successful in rescuing him after so many years of media distortion? No one can say. I only wanted to put some details on the record in his behalf. My son Gotham traveled with Michael as a roadie on his "Dangerous" tour when he was thirteen. Will it matter that Michael behaved with discipline and impeccable manners around my son? (It sends a shiver to recall something he told Gotham: "I don't want to go out like Marlon Brando. I want to go out like Elvis." Both icons were obsessions of this icon.)

 

His children's nanny and surrogate mother, Grace Rwamba, is like another daughter to me. I introduced her to Michael when she was eighteen, a beautiful, heartwarming girl from Rwanda who is now grown up. She kept an eye on him for me and would call me whenever he was down or running too close to the edge. How heartbreaking for Grace that no one's protective instincts and genuine love could avert this tragic day. An hour ago she was sobbing on the telephone from London. As a result, I couldn't help but write this brief remembrance in sadness. But when the shock subsides and a thousand public voices recount Michael's brilliant, joyous, embattled, enigmatic, bizarre trajectory, I hope the word "joyous" is the one that will rise from the ashes and shine as he once did.

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We are extremely sad to hear that one of music’s biggest legends has passed away. Michael Jackson had planned to stage a number of concerts in the UK and tickets for these concerts were available through eBay.

 

Effective immediately we are removing all live listings for Michael Jackson tickets, and blocking all new listings of them for the foreseeable future. This will also be the case for tickets listed as memorabilia.

 

We understand that buyers are keen to receive a refund due to the cancellation of the concerts. We recommend that in the first instance buyers contact sellers to request refunds. We strongly recommend to sellers that they refund the full purchase price of all tickets they have sold. We would also ask buyers to be patient and allow sellers time to process refund requests.

 

Any ticket purchases made during the last 45 days and paid for with PayPal will be covered by PayPal Buyer Protection. We are reviewing the options for those who bought tickets before May 13th and will update you shortly

 

Regards,

 

The eBay Team

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We are extremely sad to hear that one of music’s biggest legends has passed away. Michael Jackson had planned to stage a number of concerts in the UK and tickets for these concerts were available through eBay.

 

Effective immediately we are removing all live listings for Michael Jackson tickets, and blocking all new listings of them for the foreseeable future. This will also be the case for tickets listed as memorabilia.

 

We understand that buyers are keen to receive a refund due to the cancellation of the concerts. We recommend that in the first instance buyers contact sellers to request refunds. We strongly recommend to sellers that they refund the full purchase price of all tickets they have sold. We would also ask buyers to be patient and allow sellers time to process refund requests.

 

Any ticket purchases made during the last 45 days and paid for with PayPal will be covered by PayPal Buyer Protection. We are reviewing the options for those who bought tickets before May 13th and will update you shortly

 

Regards,

 

The eBay Team

 

If id flogged a £50 ticket for £300 I wouldnt be handing out refunds like :lol:

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This seems to be funny, but I can't see it at work.. anyone care to help a brother out?

 

The pall-barers are moonwalking.

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When Farah Fawcett got to the Pearly Gates God met her personally and said he'd grant her one wish.

 

So she wished for all the children on Earth to be safe....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...so God killed Michael Jackson :lol:

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Sorry if this has been posted before:

 

Apparently Mattel have posession of Michael Jackson's body and are going to melt him down into plastic toys, so loads of kids can play with him all day long.

 

Why did Michael Jackson put Dairylea on his cock? Because kids will do anything for the taste of dairylea.

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