I had to drive up to Boston to attend the Independant Games Conference East tomorrow and Friday, so naturally I loaded up GPSed and tracked my path. It wasn’t anything special in the way of tracks, just me being all giddy about technology and using it wherever possible. Y’know – like status updates.
Anyways thanks to an Acura Integra blowing by me and initiating a – shall we say – high speed chase, the GPS tracker recorded a rather uhm, high maximum speed for the trip – so I didn’t make the track public. You can still download the Google Earth track data though.
Besides the Integra causing trouble (I swear they find me, I don’t find them) and a 30-minute long traffic snarl in the final 5 miles leading up to the George Washington Bridge, when I stopped for dinner I parked at the end of a row of stalls like normal, with one side up against a curb so only one car could park next to me (and not close at that). I looked back and saw a nice silver Mercedes CLK sitting a few rows over and one behind me. I considered parking next to him instead since his car was nice too, and it was under a light – but then I noticed someone was still in it, so I stayed put. Before I went in for food I caught up on text messages I received while driving, and suddenly the CLK pulled around and drove by me slowly – I looked up and nodded at the guy but he didn’t acknowledge, just pulled in a few rows over and parked. I kept texting. A few minutes later he drove back by me once more, and again we made eye contact but he just kinda looked my car over and went back to his original spot.
Suitably spooked, I went inside for dinner and quick sat by a window with clear line of sight to my car and his. After about 10 minutes he finally pulled away. I have no clue what that was all about.
At around the age of 16, I started to lose interest in computers. There were too many other things in life to grab my attention. But when I came to write my university dissertation five years later, my dad had just got a new PC, so I laid claim to the old BBC (which had been sold on to us by Thames for a nominal amount once the three-year loan was up) and used it for essays http://www.chase.com and revision notes.It took a few more years to rediscover programming: in fact, I was working for Olivetti, writing letters to debtors, when one day I looked at the computer I was typing on and thought “hey, I used to program these things when I was a kid. It was a lot more fun than this, and I bet I could get paid more money for doing it”. I went back to college to study C & C++, and never looked back.
At around the age of 16, I started to lose interest in computers. There were too many other things in life to grab my attention. But when I came to write my university dissertation five years later, my dad had just got a new PC, so I laid claim to the old BBC (which had been sold on to us by Thames for a nominal amount once the three-year loan was up) and used it for essays http://www.chase.com and revision notes.It took a few more years to rediscover programming: in fact, I was working for Olivetti, writing letters to debtors, when one day I looked at the computer I was typing on and thought “hey, I used to program these things when I was a kid. It was a lot more fun than this, and I bet I could get paid more money for doing it”. I went back to college to study C & C++, and never looked back.