Monday January 4, 2010
I got home from a normal day at work today to find Jen on the couch, looking like she’d recently been crying. Crackers had an appointment with the vet, and I was worried. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“Brad Graham is dead” she said. It didn’t register. “Brad,” she said “TheBrad”.
Holy shit.
I don’t remember where I first stumbled across The BradLands from. Was it before MetaFilter, or via MetaFilter? Was it from Halcyon or Succaland, or did he lead me to them? I don’t know and it doesn’t really matter.
I remember a fake text game in a really long thread at MetaFilter. I remember helping Brad get A Day Without Weblogs letting people post their names and links for participating. I remember finally meeting him with Jen on our honeymoon most of all.
I remember talking with him almost every single day, even though I only met him the once twice. Shit, I forgot about the big thanksgiving party. I remember now.
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