Illnesses, Both Minor and Serious
I left work early today, as I have picked up some bug or other and feel like utter crap. I want to whine about it but that would be wrong, because, as I'm sure everyone knows by now, Bob "Roadkill" Aiken finally succumbed to his brain tumor last night. It certainly puts my modest acheyness into perspective.
If there's an entry in the dictionary for "larger than life", the illustration could only be a picture of Roadkill. I admit he intimidated me at first, but I doubt I'm the only one. Fans are supposed to be all nasal-voiced and wimpy, not big tough guys with lungs that'd drown out a symphony. Like most people I know, my first contact with him was at Omegacon. He put me in a headlock, stuck a shot of tequila under my nose, and bellowed "you're drinkin' this!" Normally, this sort of extreme manly man horseplay bugs the crap out of me, but Roadkill could totally pull it off. And it was, as you could probably guess, some fantastic tequila.
As the consuite co-head for Omegacon, he really outdid himself. I don't know how the hell he made a simple grilled roast beef and swiss sandwich so delicious. And I'll always remember his mango salsa. The guy knew his way around food.
I barely knew him, really, but there a big, zoot-suited hole in the local fan community now, and no one will ever be able to fill it. Vaya con dios, man.
If there's an entry in the dictionary for "larger than life", the illustration could only be a picture of Roadkill. I admit he intimidated me at first, but I doubt I'm the only one. Fans are supposed to be all nasal-voiced and wimpy, not big tough guys with lungs that'd drown out a symphony. Like most people I know, my first contact with him was at Omegacon. He put me in a headlock, stuck a shot of tequila under my nose, and bellowed "you're drinkin' this!" Normally, this sort of extreme manly man horseplay bugs the crap out of me, but Roadkill could totally pull it off. And it was, as you could probably guess, some fantastic tequila.
As the consuite co-head for Omegacon, he really outdid himself. I don't know how the hell he made a simple grilled roast beef and swiss sandwich so delicious. And I'll always remember his mango salsa. The guy knew his way around food.
I barely knew him, really, but there a big, zoot-suited hole in the local fan community now, and no one will ever be able to fill it. Vaya con dios, man.