Welcome to the new and improved Steve's Word, we're so glad you found your way here. In this introduction to the new site, we finally answer the question that's been on everyone's mind since Day 1.

Is it too late to write about the death of Michael Jackson?

A lot has been said and written about the death of the King of Pop in the last week.  People have talked about how much they loved him and how his music has informed their lives, they can remember the first time they saw him on television, the first time they listened to "Billie Jean," how "Thriller" shaped the evolution of music videos.  Most of these people called in to E! News or showed up on NY1 over the weekend during Roger-Clark-man-on-the-street interviews.  Others have written about how much he meant to the world, how big a star he truly was and how it's really too bad he couldn't have seen all this outpouring of emotion while he was alive.  And it wasn't just his dad who felt that way.  On the contrary, in fact.  Thousands of people tuned into the BET Awards to get a look at Janet Jackson mid-mourning and just about as many lined up outside the Apollo Theater earlier this week to gain entrance to an evening-long tribute.

Editor's note: In a stellar coup (no pun intended) of investigative journalism, Steve's Word has secured a copy of an instant message conversation between Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, recently reelected President of Iran, and Hugo Chavez, President of Venezuela, just after the former was reelected in an election being disputed in some circles.  You very rarely get this sort of unfiltered look into the dialogue between two world leaders, both of whom had no idea that this conversation would ever be seen by the public, and we are in eternal debt to our contact who braved life and limb to bring this to light.  In it, Ahmadinejad, "MadMoud69," and Chavez, "Speidi4Eva," are seen as they truly are; two public figures caught without their handlers, advisers or aides.  Be warned, some might consider this potentially explosive stuff.

Dear Mr. Buenos, I live a blessed life in the little hamlet of Sioux City, Iowa with my wonderful wife and my two beautiful children.  I have a decent job selling car insurance and a network of supportive friends who know me very well.  Why would I have any reason to be depressed, right?  Well even with all that my Father God has given me I still have found myself feeling the terrible weight of depression for weeks now.  I've been having trouble sleeping, thinking about the drudgery of my existence.  I've been loosing weight at an alarming speed and just recently I wasn't able to make love to my wife.  It hurt her feelings terribly and I'm afraid my depression might become contagious to her if I can't give her the love and support that she needs.  Why would God put me through this?  I have to confess that I question His existence now that I'm in this terrible funk.  Do you have any words of support for people out there having their faith questioned? - Downer Steve

There should no longer be any debate: yesterday was the best day of the year.  Truly, it's our absolute favorite over at Steve's Word, better than Christmas, better than the Super Bowl, and much much better than your birthday.  And here's why: when your birthday sucks it's the worst day of the year.  If it rains, if you miss your train, if there's someth