George Michael weighed his options. Maeby had chastised him for not taking risks, and what would be a bigger risk than perpetuating a lie about software just to ignite the passions of a woman? Of course it would be a lie, and since Maeby wouldn't know it was a lie, he wouldn't appear to be taking a risk. Perhaps the bigger risk was to tell his father he was lying, that he came up with it because he wanted his father to leave so he could enjoy what remained of his senior year. After all, he wondered, wouldn't that be the course of action taken by an overtly sexual man, a man who owns a pair of matador pants? He had not responded now for 41 seconds according to his unfailing internal clock, and it was time to come clean.
Originally posted by texasranger9Death comes in 3's. It seems to like rockers that have a nmae that ends in the E sound. Lemmy, Bowie, whose next? Ozzy? Maybe Scott Weiland was the first one in this group of three.
I was trying to figure out is Weiland was the first of three, or if the count reset with 2016. I hope Weiland was the first. I can't take another one yet. All three artists have been important to me for various reasons, and this has gotten progressively worse. I loved Weiland more than most. That was the low point for me, until Lemmy passed. Oh god, Lemmy. There was a man who lived. And rocked. And gave no fucks about what anyone thought about how he did either. Losing Lemmy was like losing the embodiment of the invincibility you feel in your teens and twenties. It was sad; sure, it's the same song every album. But that song rocks. I didn't even get a chance to catch my breath and David Fucking Bowie is gone. If there was a list of people who might actually be immortal, and no one would be surprised about it, he was at the top with Keef. This hurts because Bowie has been a part of my life from my earliest memories. From The Dark Crystal to Labyrinth, Bowie was a part of my childhood. Ziggy, Hunky Dory, and Low were huge parts of my teens and twenties. I bought the new album on Friday and listened to it with a huge smile on my face. I thought that this was it, this was the closing scene of his performance. It was beautiful and tragic and unconventional and fantastic. I wish he didn't close the curtain so soon after, but at least he got to say goodbye. Just like that bluebird, he is free. David Bowie, thank you. For everything.