Fuck. One last little kick in the teeth from 2006.
Gus, I never met you, but I always wanted to. You were supposed to show up at a F2F dressed as Baron Samedi, and fly kites with us, but circumstances never came about to allow that. Instead you went on safari and got bit by a monkey, and despite the obvious pain and suffering that caused you, you never let that get in the way of our weremonkey jokes, or of you joining in on same.
I love you, and miss you. People who aren't Buffistas might have a hard time understanding how it's possible for those two thoughts to apply to a person you've never met in real life, but they do.
I'm crying for a friend who was never anything more than electrons to me, but he was no less a friend for that. I wish it could have been otherwise.
I don't believe in an afterlife, but sometimes I hope. If there is, I hope I meet you there.
I thought I would have no words when I read the news, yet here they are.
Yes. Every single word Sean just typed.
If you would like, you can go to Premium Cable and read my cornerboy fruit punch speech.
Except it would probably be an orange soda speech for the cornerboys.
Gus and erika and Corwood talking about the Wire. True believers.
Gus calling Aurelia "golden one."
Gus and Consuela talking about Scotch.
Gus and ita talking about his son.
Giving him shit. Talking some shit. Awww, fuck. It sucks donkey dick.
Kristin gave me a 25 year old Bowmore for Christmas. I've not opened and tasted it yet. When we get back home later this evening I'll be opening it and I'm going to pour a glass for Gus.
Gus's glowing pride talking about his son, and about his son's girlfriend (later wife, I think?), and about the things they were doing with their lives.
Oh, Seamus. I hope you're handling things okay. Keep fighting the good fight. Your dad would want it that way.
Gus was just so much fun to shoot the shit with. I remember him talking about his Serenity kite (which for some aerodynamic reason would only fly upside down) and I threatened to build a Reaver kite to do battle with his Serenity - I forget his exact response but it was along the lines of, "Bring it, man!"
He will be missed greatly.
I think this was his first post in Natter 9:
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Gus - Feb 28, 2003 9:03:01 pm EST #4044 of 10003
Blood is thicker than water. Adjust your recipes accordingly.
I've been threadsucking Natter on alternate days. It's like getting a really thick free book three times a week. My Amazon account misses me.
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So he was here a little bit before his drunken post from the bar with his laptop.
The first person to welcome him? Jesse. No wonder he always loved that cowgirl.
He posted here for three years without kerfuffling or bitterness. In fandom, that is not a career. That is a miracle.
(Paraphrased from Jay Landsman, who was eulogizing somebody else.)
