Chadnecdote
May. 28th, 2007 09:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jamesqI didn't know Chad (beyond the superficial nod-as-you-see-each-other-in-the-street way). I've regretted that over the years, I think we would have gotten along.
We live within circles of friends. Sometimes those circles of friends intersect each other. They can be closely connected, as with close friends, or only partially (or tangentially) as our acquaintances are seen less frequently. Chad was a hub, connecting many different circles (there are others:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
catalytic is a hub, as is mfiles), thus the hole he leaves will be large and ripple across the "tribe" of Calgary's local fandoms for many years. I feel the ripple of Chad's leaving only through my friends who knew him. I'm sympathetic to their loss and it makes me sad.
People are trading Chad stories. I have but one and it happened togarething and I many years ago back when the comic shop was still a going concern.
Some loser had overheard us talking about our new RPG campaign and was trying to talk his way into it. I later found out that this guy was well known among the store's staff as the local cat piss man, albeit with acceptable hygiene (his noxious odor was all in the personality, which apparently required anti-psychotics to keep from being arrested for attacking people). We stood there, listening to this fellow tell us he'd like to play in our game while at the same time regaling us with the tale of his twentieth level drow-shape-shifter-anti-paladin.
While this was all going on, Chad was behind him at the counter, making throat-cutting gestures and you're-out waves while simultaneously mouthing the words "don't do it", "get out now" and "save yourself". We quickly ejected from the store and broke out laughing as soon as we were out of sight.
I didn't see Chad again for awhile. I did remember to thank him though.
We live within circles of friends. Sometimes those circles of friends intersect each other. They can be closely connected, as with close friends, or only partially (or tangentially) as our acquaintances are seen less frequently. Chad was a hub, connecting many different circles (there are others:
catalytic is a hub, as is mfiles), thus the hole he leaves will be large and ripple across the "tribe" of Calgary's local fandoms for many years. I feel the ripple of Chad's leaving only through my friends who knew him. I'm sympathetic to their loss and it makes me sad.People are trading Chad stories. I have but one and it happened to
garething and I many years ago back when the comic shop was still a going concern.Some loser had overheard us talking about our new RPG campaign and was trying to talk his way into it. I later found out that this guy was well known among the store's staff as the local cat piss man, albeit with acceptable hygiene (his noxious odor was all in the personality, which apparently required anti-psychotics to keep from being arrested for attacking people). We stood there, listening to this fellow tell us he'd like to play in our game while at the same time regaling us with the tale of his twentieth level drow-shape-shifter-anti-paladin.
While this was all going on, Chad was behind him at the counter, making throat-cutting gestures and you're-out waves while simultaneously mouthing the words "don't do it", "get out now" and "save yourself". We quickly ejected from the store and broke out laughing as soon as we were out of sight.
I didn't see Chad again for awhile. I did remember to thank him though.
