It was nice to see and hear Brooke Shields speak at the memorial for Michael Jackson. We all pretend to understand fame, as in, “Oh, yeah, I could be famous. It’s not that hard.” But even those people who think, wrongly, that fame is a picnic, have to admit that child fame is redonkulous. How can a child handle the pressures of fame and be normal. So it was nice to see another child star speak, because if you are old enough you know they were the bizarre little couple at one point. Brooke seems to have made it through to the other side. Michael did not.

Three celebrities died this week. First went Ed McMahon, whom I spent the day with in 1994 on his Star Search bus. Next was Farrah, who I never met but who was my first celebrity crush when I was 10. I had three of her posters hanging over my bed and I stared at them every night before going to bed. And then Michael Jackson, who I saw in concert in Indiana in 1988. It’s an odd thing when celebrities die because we don’t know them, so acting like a family member died doesn’t really make sense. But that’s what we do. I guess once someone moves you through art, it seems like they are your friend.

I don’t know why they are, but I seem to know instinctively that ribbed T-shirts are almost exclusively worn by gay men. Why is that?

I got through telling a newcomer to L.A. that the whole June Gloom thing is a myth, because the last two or three years we’ve had nothing but hot and sun from March to October. Now, here we are with day after glorious day of gray and cool. And the thing is, people here hate it. We get hundreds of hot sunny days here each year and one week it goes cool when it should be baking hot and people complain. Clearly, these people never lived in Chicago.

How come Michael Jackson’s movie Moonwalker wasn’t ever released in the U.S. on DVD? I own it on VHS and want to make the upgrade. If you’ve never seen it, anything you ever thought about Jackson will pale in comparison. It remains a sea of insanity. It’s like watching a propaganda movie of Hitler, if Hitler could dance.

On Friday mornings, 8:30 a.m. PST, I am on a wonderful daily radio show, The Shauna Rae Show, cjbk.com. We talk entertainment, but I also joke about earlier segments in the show. London, Ontario, seemed angry today, when people blamed a woman with a deep voice for not being able to get her personal bank info over the phone because the customer rep person said she sounded “not like a Melissa.” Canada was blaming the woman, and I gave them what for. Sorry, Canada, if i was hard on you.

It finally happened. Someone on the king of reality TV - Survivor - died. OK, it was Survivor Bulgaria, but still … I’ve been saying for years this would happen. At some point, death will become the top ratings getter in TV. They already have Deadliest Catch and there was that insane reality show about people who climbed Mount Everest. But one day someone on American Survivor will die. How people respond will alter TV going forward from that point.

I don’t know how Pixar does it, but they now are 10 for 10 in movies that are critical and commercial hits (assuming Up get a big audience this weekend). It’s a don’t miss for sure.

Awesome even in its weakest moments, My Boys is already done with its third season, which ran all of nine episodes. They haven’t decided if it will get renewed yet, but I hope so. It’s one of the things I get most excited about …. because my life is so action packed.

By far the place I know with the best customer service is called 21 Choices. It’s a frozen yogurt place. The line can be out the door but no one complains because the workers are smart, friendly and nice. I live nowhere near one of their three locations but I go whenever I’m near. And I think about 21 Choices every time I’m in a place with lousy customer service, such as the Cold Stone Creamery in North Hollywood. I left there the other day without getting my ice cream because I can’t give money when the service is so bad. The problem is, the person behind the counter could care less. She WANTS me to leave so she has less to do. So I wish there was a way that whenever service sucked, I could give a small electric shock to the owner. That might make owners wake up and fix the problem of bad, dumb, mean workers.