His tombstone had better say “Goodbye.”
Imagine being such a legendary part of computing history just because you recorded a few voice lines for some upstart that sold internet access by the hour.
He didn’t even work for the company, his wife did. She had him record the lines on a tape recorder in their livingroom. She sold it to the company for a few hundred dollars.
we had friends who had an African Grey that mimicked him perfectly every time she heard the modem sound…
Those birds are crazy. My dad and I painted our neighbor’s house one summer when I was a kid, and at the end of each day I’d call her name out and let her know the status. After we finished, her African Grey would call her name in my voice every day so well that she thought we were still there.
Shit man, RIP.
It somehow absolutely did not occur to me that was a recorded voice.
I’m guessing I thought it was magic?
Wow what an icon. Rip.
No, he did the sound, not the icon.
You’ve got fail
(and my upvote for the dad-joke)
Wow so he was only in his thirties. I really tiny he sounded older.
“File’s done.” Yes, Elwood, the file’s finally done.
