Poor guy. I still remember when he first came around this circle, in the way back machine. I remember laughing at how desperately he wanted people to acknowledge him as 'cool' or 'uber'. I honestly wanted to laugh out loud, put my arm around him, and say "No, no. You gotta chill out dude." I remember talking to him in IRC one night and not being able to really talk at all. He was so caught up in what everyone else was saying, and thinking, about him, he couldn't... I dunno... 'focus' I suppose. Maybe this was due to chemicals or maybe it was just his nature. Either way I do remember writing him off a goofy little fellah. I guess he's not so little any more. And I still think, occasionally, about encaving skulls with dual wielded bats.
The world is probably a richer one for having had you in it. R.I.P. you odd, odd, man.