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  • So many things…

    Racecar driver
    Veterinarian
    Astronaut
    …with a new plan every month or so.

    When I got older and my interests started taking shape, I just said “IT” because I liked computery stuff, and while I didn’t have anything specific in mind, I knew it would probably involve tech. I remember an ad for this tech university, running around this time saying something along the lines of “I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. But I know that the occupation doesn’t exist yet”, and I felt drawn to that idea.

    Then I started doing software development, nothing big, but I liked it. So for a while in my early 20s that was my plan. I also did a lot of network stuff, but I saw networks mainly as a means to get other stuff up and running.

    And then I stumbled into a career of offshore seismic survey. Computers stuff was a big part of it. And then I ended up in a supporting role that is mostly centered around offshore networking and storage clusters. And looking back, my current occupation didn’t really exist 25 years ago.











  • Yes, it very well could be. I may be completely off with my leaning towards a grunge tone and groove, possibly because the motif fits very well over the Come as You Are riff.

    If it is in fact something from the area you describe, the pool of possible artists is very limited as it’s not a genre I normally listen to. Clapton could be it, but the only song I’ve listened to a lot is Cocaine, and that’s definitely it.

    About the tone, it could be a very high gain one with boosted mids and lows, typical of the psychedelic genre. I also want to say it’s intentionally slightly out of tune.

    If it is indeed that 60s or 70s, it would most likely be Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Beatles, Rolling Stones, or something influenced by those.






  • Six hours at Heathrow due to snow. The delay wasn’t too bad, but the airport is. I’ve been to more airports in the world than I can count (must be in the hundreds), and Heathrow is one of my least favorite.

    And at that point I was a big smoker, and once you’re past the security checkpoint, you’re unable to leave.

    I befriended an Irishman named Fergus (He was from Galway, IIRC), as well as a Canadian couple who were in the same situation, and we used all the food vouchers we got from the airline on alcohol. In my case it was s a coping method for my nicotine cravings, and I ended up completely sandblasted. I have a vague memory of “walking” through the boarding gate when it was finally time, and then my memory is cut off. I awoke in the right airport upon touchdown, though.

    And the delay was made so much worse because the amount of snow that shut down Heathrow was next to nothing. My regional airport has several times more and it doesn’t cause any issues.