The Mask of Spore-o: For years, Michael Jackson put up with the pointing, staring and taunting, confident that one day, he would be recognized as the viral visionary that he is. And finally, that day has arrived. It's been decades since the endlessly altered former King of Pop gave off a whiff of normalcy, but now, thanks to the swine flu outbreak, he could be any garden-variety germaphobe doing a spot of shopping in a surgical mask. OK, OK, any garden-variety germaphobe shopping in a surgical mask while wearing Halloween-hued pajama bottoms, a tightly wound head scarf and a bright green blazer that's either proof he beat out Tiger Woods for the Masters title or has lost the pants to his Riddler costume. What's that? Oh, all right, if you're going to be a stickler about it: He could also be any garden-variety germaphobe shopping in a surgical mask while one of his kids creepily hovers behind him cloaked in a feathered Mardi Gras mask. Baby steps, people, baby steps.