I own a Microsoft Zune. In fact, it’s a Zune30, which was the first model they put out. Every computer I have ever owned has been a PC. I was always reticent to use the Apple G4 in the recording studio at my university.

But I love my iPhone.

Granted, I wouldn’t dream of putting that little, half-eaten apple bumper sticker on my car. I find all of Apple’s attempts at personal computing to be limited in their customizability, much like many felt about AOL as an internet service provider. “It’s great that it’s user-friendly, but can’t I just work around some of this smiley crap?”

The iPhone is different.

So what if Apple blocked Google Voice so that you have to sign with AT&T to use your iPhone?

So what if it turns out the device may be as vulnerable as a deer on an L.A. freeway?

So what if their corporate trade secrets policy is so guilt-inducing that leaky developers are jumping from buildings?

The iPhone is a thing of beauty. With it, I find texting, emailing, scheduling, surfing, gaming, and photography all incredibly easy and convenient. If I need directions, I am 15 seconds away from knowing where to go. If I need a restaurant, click, shake, done.

Like I said earlier, when I want to use a computer, I want to be able to left-click or right-click and alter some background settings and really make my interface what I want it to be. But when it comes to micro-computing on a handheld device, I really want ease of use and simplicity.

For those qualities, I am more pleased with my iPhone purchase than any other single purchase in my entire life. Thought I’d share.

A lot of people think so…do you see it?

According to MSNBC, Omer Bhatti’s Norwegian mother met MJ through Liz Taylor some years back and yada yada yada, here’s Omer.

For awhile he was actually living at Neverland and sat in the front row at the Memorial last week, next to Rebbie, Janet and Michael’s “official” children. Apparently Omer studied under Michael and is a helluva dancer, which would make his parentage all the more exciting news.

While in London on Monday, I wore my official tour t-shirt, mirror shades and Michael Jackson buttons to the O2 Arena to take part in a mass vigil by fans of my idol. I thought I’d share some photos of the afternoon and evening, including a shot of my message to Michael which I left on the white boards.

Alright, so I have actually been here since about 1 o’clock Greenwich Mean Time (heretofore GMT). That’s five hours ahead of the East Coast of the US for those of you keeping track. We spent another 45 minutes in the damned airport (Heathrow, you are now “Hate-row”) and then an additional hour getting to our hotel. Once we got to the hotel, we realized we couldn’t get any internet without paying 20 pounds a day (which is like 30 bucks, mind you!). So we crashed on the bed to self-adjust to the time change and the 7 hour overnight flight with little to no comfort.

Things I’m disappointed in: not having internet on the plane, nor the space to actually get any of my freakin’ work done like I promised my boss. And not having internet in the hotel room.

Things I’m surprised about: how beautiful it was today, how ill-behaved everyone’s kids are here, and how terrific “Thriller Live!” turned out to be. Everyone was crying during the ballads. There are Michael shrines all over town and every store is blasting his songs. It’s been tough but also nice to see the love.

I’ll fill you all in tomorrow night on what we accomplish during the day. But I wanted to let everyone know we made it safely and it’s been very cool.

It’s your day, so we all chipped in and got you something really really special. Check it out here.

He seems fine to me here. Really makes Thursday all the more shocking.