Here’s the strange part: I didn’t even watch his content that often. When he was active, I’d skip him for “cooler” creators. But now that he’s gone, I feel a weight. It’s the weight of an era ending.
Ask yourself: Who is your Don Goodshort? The creator you forgot to appreciate until you couldn’t find them anymore. The one whose videos are now buried in a backup drive or lost to a DMCA takedown. You might not remember their name, but you remember the feeling.
We spend too much time glorifying the big stars. But the real internet—the good internet—was built by people like Don. The ones who uploaded a video at 2 AM with no plan, no script, and no expectations. And we let them slip away without a goodbye.
So this is my awkward, bloggy eulogy. To Don. To that terrible headset. To the 404 error. And to every creator who made us feel seen in a corner of the web that felt like home. You are missed more than you know.
If you’re reading this and you have a memory of a quirky, forgotten creator—go find them. Drop a comment. Send a tweet. Don’t wait for the 404. Because once that page goes blank, the only thing left is this article, and a guy wondering what happened to the future of telephony.
Later, Don. Thanks for the buffer wheel and the memories.
