24.6.11

RIP Brad Adwers (aka, John Yaya)


Brad Adwers (aka, John Yaya), co-founder of AcmeVaporware and network guy extraordinaire, seen here either disconnecting or reconnecting the Universe, died a few days ago at the ripe old age of 42, the big dope. He wasn't perfect (not many of us are), but he will most definitely be missed. Interestingly, this represents the very first time Brad's name (let alone a picture of him) has ever appeared anywhere on the 'net -- esp. paired with a pic. That kind of security isn't easy to achieve. Dr. Smallberries said to take solace in the Ultimate Security, as nothing so terribly weird ever dies -- and certainly, nothing loved ever dies, either. In fact, he's pretty sure it's walking around his parlor at night, making his phone make weird noises. Just what he needs: another ghost. Thanks a lot, John Bradley. (Oh, and if Emmy is reading this, Da-da has your Iron Maiden alllll ready.)

The Brad Unit always appeared fresh and well pressed, if not totally incomprehensible.
At least he bought the shirt Da-da made.

[UPDATE 3/9/12: Happy Birthday, you bonehead.]

4 comments:

Unknown said...

:-(

See you on the other side....

A Man Called Da-da said...

Yeah. Da-da's already feeling haunted: his chickens are suddenly all inexplicably full of shock absorbers.

Anonymous said...

That's a great photo of Brad.

A Man Called Da-da said...

A relative of Brad's has apparently taken umbrage at the "glibness" of the above, going so far as to twice cite the manner of Brad's death, and suggesting that Da-da is himself an insensitive, "glib Gen-X-er." For the record, Da-da and his friend, Dr. Smallberries, knew Brad better than anyone. This is indisputable. And we are all indeed completely aware of what transpired. However, we didn't think it necessary to besmirch Brad's memory with ugly words. For the record, Da-da knows precisely what happened and why: Brad was estranged from his family, who had basically given up on him, and he hated his various jobs (which Da-da suspects were becoming more and more complicated and less and less do-able given Brad's level of job commitment), Brad had recently screwed up something awful -- about three times, in a worse and worse way -- and THEN he screwed up yet again, one last time, in regards to a certain substance that isn't important... screwed up such that even BRAD was sick of Brad. His last fall off the wagon was irreparable, in his eyes. To complicate matters, Dr. Smallberries was supposed to potentially meet with Brad while down in San Diego that week, but circumstances with kids and in-laws made this increasingly undo-able... and it is Dr. Smallberries' notion that Brad may have seen this as a form of rejection, potentially putting into motion a terrible thing. If that's not enough of an explanation, Mr. Rude Relative, then Da-da is fully prepared to ask you to step outside.

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