y'see, the problem is-- he was going to live forever. he told me so.

most people, when they tell me that, immediately follow up with explaining about how they've given up eating because skinny people live longer, and about how they're going to have their heads cut off and frozen, and then i back away slowly and explain about how i have to go wax my cat now.

paul just explained that medical science was progressing so quickly that by the time he got to be of an age to need to worry about it, they'd be able to prolong life. and then prolong it a little more, and a little more, and a little more, and eventually, he (and everyone else) would live forever.

he and i dated for a while, and it was a good relationship and a good breakup, and i saw him a few times a year; at demicon and at icon and occasionally other places. he wasn't always the most thoughtful person, but he was sweet and friendly, and when you pointed out that he was being thoughtless, he usually agreed with you and tried to make up for it.

he'd been working on demicon since at least demicon 2, and i met him at either demicon or at icon; i don't remember.

he died last week; suddenly, and while at home alone. planning on living forever doesn't really take that into account.

goodbye, paul. i'm gonna miss you.