Cancer can suck it.
So, alright. Lets talk about this.
- Lemmy Kilmister. I don't think I've listened to Motörhead unless it was on the radio. And even then, I don't think that the songs were particularly memorable enough for me to even notice that what I was listening to was Motörhead. So when it was announced that he had passed away from cancer at the age of 70, it really didn't affect me. It did, however, affect a lot of my friends on Facebook. I saw numerous posts about it for weeks, and even still now.
- David Bowie. Wow. That came as a shock. A few friends and I were randomly quoting Labyrinth Sunday night. Monday morning I grabbed my phone to check Facebook and ran to the bathroom real quick. While in the bathroom, I loudly exclaim my shock. "Oh my God!" Thad, who didn't have to be into work until 9am instead of his usual 7am, was playing videogames peacefully in bed when he heard me. Usually if I'm loud in the bathroom, it's because there's a spider, and I want it DEAD. Thad opened the bathroom door and asked me what was wrong.
"David Bowie died of cancer." I said.
Thad's eyes grew wide in surprise. "Wow..." he then says. "I thought he'd live forever."
iheartradio had a David Bowie tribute station going on. Now... I loved Bowie in Labyrinth. And I recognized his songs on the radio, unlike with Motörhead (and often found myself singing Freddy Mercury's lines from their duet "Under Pressure"). I listened to it during my car ride to and from work for a few days. That was my tribute to him.
- Alan Rickman. So on Wednesday night, I was cooking supper and thinking about David Bowie. My thoughts somehow lead me to thinking about Alan Rickman. "At least Alan Rickman's still alive." I thought to myself. "If he ever died, I'd probably cry." Thursday was crazy at work. I hadn't had a chance to peruse Facebook first thing in the morning as i was being particularly lazy and not wanting to get out of bed. I had to do some training, so I spent most of my day running between my office at the front of the shop, to containment where I was training, at the back of the shop. Thad had left me a text message around 8am. At work, my phone is on silent (nobody needs to hear the Tetris theme when my phone rings, or Navi saying "Hey! Listen!" every time I receive a text), so I didn't actually check my phone until 11:30am. I looked at Thad's text.
"Did you hear that Alan Rickman passed away?"
Oh, I was furious with Thad for a split second. How DARE he?! I thought he was messing with me, teasing me because Bowie had been on my brain for a few days. That is NOT something to fucking joke about! I almost texted him back my displeasure when I decided that I better just double check first. I Googled Alan. Sure enough, the first thing I see is J.K. Rowling's tweet about it. My heart sunk. I almost cried then and there, but quickly snapped out of it and went to continue training.
I eventually broke down in the lunch room. I'm still devastated. I'm in denial.
I have loved Alan Rickman's work for a long time. Thad often referred to him as "Lord Rickman" whenever he'd happen to be talking about him in my presence. (In fact, just before leaving for Georgia for Christmas break, Thad was helping me look for the DVD version of "Lord Rickman"'s Rasputin. I have it on VHS. It's VERY rare to find on DVD! $300+ worth of rare!)
"What are you, the Grim Reaper?!" my boss says to me, when I tell her that I had been thinking of him just the night before- the same thing i said about Bowie the night before, as well. "You need to stop thinking about people!"
- René Angelil. Numb from three cancer deaths and still depressed and in denial over Alan Rickman, we were sitting at a friend's house playing board games. I was scrolling through my phone. I don't know how many Americans know Céline Dion, let alone her husband, René Angelil, as well as we Canadians do. As well as we QUÉBECOIS do. But manic_padagirl posted on Facebook that he, as well, had lost his battle with cancer.
- Jay Elkins. While RolePlaying last night, and waiting for my turn to post, I scroll through Facebook to see a post from Circa Paleo informing their fans that Jay had also lost his battle with cancer. But this time, unlike with Lemmy, Bowie, Rickman, and Angelil... I knew Jay personally. I sighed and called Thad to let him know.
I think I'm done talking about this, now. My iTunes randomly decided to play "In Demand" by Texas. Alan Rickman is in the music video.
Fuck you, cancer.
https://youtu.be/X4-gNN8WRHo
Raine
- Lemmy Kilmister. I don't think I've listened to Motörhead unless it was on the radio. And even then, I don't think that the songs were particularly memorable enough for me to even notice that what I was listening to was Motörhead. So when it was announced that he had passed away from cancer at the age of 70, it really didn't affect me. It did, however, affect a lot of my friends on Facebook. I saw numerous posts about it for weeks, and even still now.
- David Bowie. Wow. That came as a shock. A few friends and I were randomly quoting Labyrinth Sunday night. Monday morning I grabbed my phone to check Facebook and ran to the bathroom real quick. While in the bathroom, I loudly exclaim my shock. "Oh my God!" Thad, who didn't have to be into work until 9am instead of his usual 7am, was playing videogames peacefully in bed when he heard me. Usually if I'm loud in the bathroom, it's because there's a spider, and I want it DEAD. Thad opened the bathroom door and asked me what was wrong.
"David Bowie died of cancer." I said.
Thad's eyes grew wide in surprise. "Wow..." he then says. "I thought he'd live forever."
iheartradio had a David Bowie tribute station going on. Now... I loved Bowie in Labyrinth. And I recognized his songs on the radio, unlike with Motörhead (and often found myself singing Freddy Mercury's lines from their duet "Under Pressure"). I listened to it during my car ride to and from work for a few days. That was my tribute to him.
- Alan Rickman. So on Wednesday night, I was cooking supper and thinking about David Bowie. My thoughts somehow lead me to thinking about Alan Rickman. "At least Alan Rickman's still alive." I thought to myself. "If he ever died, I'd probably cry." Thursday was crazy at work. I hadn't had a chance to peruse Facebook first thing in the morning as i was being particularly lazy and not wanting to get out of bed. I had to do some training, so I spent most of my day running between my office at the front of the shop, to containment where I was training, at the back of the shop. Thad had left me a text message around 8am. At work, my phone is on silent (nobody needs to hear the Tetris theme when my phone rings, or Navi saying "Hey! Listen!" every time I receive a text), so I didn't actually check my phone until 11:30am. I looked at Thad's text.
"Did you hear that Alan Rickman passed away?"
Oh, I was furious with Thad for a split second. How DARE he?! I thought he was messing with me, teasing me because Bowie had been on my brain for a few days. That is NOT something to fucking joke about! I almost texted him back my displeasure when I decided that I better just double check first. I Googled Alan. Sure enough, the first thing I see is J.K. Rowling's tweet about it. My heart sunk. I almost cried then and there, but quickly snapped out of it and went to continue training.
I eventually broke down in the lunch room. I'm still devastated. I'm in denial.
I have loved Alan Rickman's work for a long time. Thad often referred to him as "Lord Rickman" whenever he'd happen to be talking about him in my presence. (In fact, just before leaving for Georgia for Christmas break, Thad was helping me look for the DVD version of "Lord Rickman"'s Rasputin. I have it on VHS. It's VERY rare to find on DVD! $300+ worth of rare!)
"What are you, the Grim Reaper?!" my boss says to me, when I tell her that I had been thinking of him just the night before- the same thing i said about Bowie the night before, as well. "You need to stop thinking about people!"
- René Angelil. Numb from three cancer deaths and still depressed and in denial over Alan Rickman, we were sitting at a friend's house playing board games. I was scrolling through my phone. I don't know how many Americans know Céline Dion, let alone her husband, René Angelil, as well as we Canadians do. As well as we QUÉBECOIS do. But manic_padagirl posted on Facebook that he, as well, had lost his battle with cancer.
- Jay Elkins. While RolePlaying last night, and waiting for my turn to post, I scroll through Facebook to see a post from Circa Paleo informing their fans that Jay had also lost his battle with cancer. But this time, unlike with Lemmy, Bowie, Rickman, and Angelil... I knew Jay personally. I sighed and called Thad to let him know.
I think I'm done talking about this, now. My iTunes randomly decided to play "In Demand" by Texas. Alan Rickman is in the music video.
Fuck you, cancer.
https://youtu.be/X4-gNN8WRHo
Raine