I am always delighted to be given a soapbox to spread my distortions of reality.
That is of course if anyone cares a wit about what I have to say and so reads this potentially dreary little thread. I'll try my best to keep things lively.
Such a loaded question, "Where do I come from? Lol! I was hatched on Feb. 23, 1956, on the same day the largest solar flare in history to that point in time was recorded. Though I do not attach any special significance to this event, it does make for an interesting bit of trivia. My current body was born in Vancouver, Canada and I have lived my entire life, up to Aug. 07 within the metropolitan area of Vancouver. I was raised in a strictly atheistic family that fostered a keen sense of learning and thinking for ones self. I believe I have excelled on both those basic principles. I did have a brief fling at Christianity due to a neighborhood friend's mom who was addicted to Billy Graham. That did not last long but has left me with some rather fond stories.
You see, the night I "asked Jesus into my heart" I raced home like any eager 10 year old and announced what I had done, flushed with pride, to my dad who sat quietly watching our small black and white television. He listened thoughtfully to my proclamation and then deftly said, "Son, that is great, now go get your dad another beer." His reaction helped me to put the whole thing into perspective and I dutifully got him his beer.
Our family was distinctly "middle class" and we really never wanted for anything but likewise we never really had all that much for extras. Christmas's were always a delight, as well as birthdays, but I learned at an early age that if I wanted something badly enough, I had to work for it. I think that made me appreciate the value of things and working towards goals.
I am of Scottish/English mix and a third generation Canadian, eh. My schooling, while interesting in the early grades simply did not hold my interest as a growing teen. My A/B average slipped to C+ to C- and the occasional D simply because what I was being taught bored the hell out of my inquisitive young mind.
Sadly I never did graduate from High School, but I did later on, about 20 or so write a Grade 12 equivalency test which I scored very highly on. Sadly I had neither the grades nor the money for further education. In those days, the early 70's university was not a right, it was a financial decision.
I bummed around for a few years and settled down with a lady 7 years my senior and we set up house together when I was 18. We were the last of the red hot hippies as it were and we consumed copious amounts of [bleep, bleep, bleep and bleep] as well as [bleep, bleep and bleep]. I had a distinct fascination for [bleep] and finally after my 300th [bleep] I left the use of [bleep] behind me. I had learned a great deal about myself in the process, though I would not recommend that others follow my lead. My path during this era was exclusively for those who are "well adjusted and curious" only. I am sure that many would say my reliance on [bleep] to unfetter my awareness was a horrendous thing to do, but it isn't that I much care what their thinking on the matter is.
My last use of [bleep] was in Aug. 1977 and I have never felt inclined to do it again. Even paradise can get boring... you have my word on that.
Eventually I settled down and got a job in a retail giant at the time called Eaton's of Canada. It was a slightly higher end store than Sears but not as good as say, Nordstrom's. After my first year I was made a section head and eventually managed a couple of departments in the main store in downtown Vancouver.
I left Eaton's in 1986 and spent a year on Unemployment benefits and playing with my newest love, my Radio Shack Colour Computer II (aka Coco 2). It was love at first byte and I instantly got into programming as well as operating a UNIX-like system called OS-9 which was to be a huge help for me later on. Over the years I mastered Macintosh systems, Atari computers and Amiga computers. Finally I succumbed to the "Dos box" world as Windows was still years away.
Curiously I learned MS-DOS using PC emulator software on my Atari ST. Likewise, I learned Photoshop (Mac version) using a Macintosh emulator that plugged into the side of the Atari. That was version 1.0 of Photoshop, so I have played with it a very long time now and have even taught Photoshop classes.
Aside from this I have always written, but only for my own amusement. I used to keep dream journals (I have about 36 volumes of dream diaries) but stopped when I realized that I never went back and looked at them. It is at that point that I began to instant analysis of dreams upon awaken, before my meditation period.
Aside from this I have work ever since for 3 computer companies. The first was a retail superstore like your Best Buy's then went to a very small, but highly regarded firm that eventually went bankrupt called Wizard Computer Systems. After this I went to one of their competitors and was hired on as an Inside Tech/Marketing Manager/Inventory Manager and pinch-hitter Buyer. That relationship dissolved when the owner turned his 28 year old business over to his sons and I was given a golden handshake, lol. I got on well with the old man but not so well with one of his scion.
I then took a year off, which is now approaching 2 and 1/2 years and have focused on writing my life story. I have completed the first "bizarre" section and am now currently working on a "standard" bio section and a "Rambling conclusions" section.
Whew... time for a smoke, lol. Well... you asked.
*end of Part One* due to the impending 10,000 character RF limit.*