No, it’s not a disease. No, I’m not on steroids. No, I am not a Chinese scientific experiment aiming to create Godzilla in twenty years!
I’m just tall, alright?
6’0, 185 pounds at 14, sure it’s a little unusual, but that’s not the coolest part of me.
Is it my smouldering looks?
My deep bass singing voice?
My strangely high speaking voice?
Dear lord, you are awful at guessing. NO, it’s my passion and primary hobby, Robotics!
Yea, I know, underwater kung-fu trumpet playing would’ve been cooler, but I’ve got what I’ve got.
How did I get into robotics? Good question!
I was charming ladies and killing dragons at that evil precipice of an age…four. On my way home from an especially challenging raid (preschool), my dad took me out to the spookiest den of all; the one with all those funny, moving, Legos, and said, “Robot.”
(He probably said a little more, but who really cares?)
Then, as quick as a novice author uses the following cliché, I fell in love with robotics. From then on, I was at school, playing games, or in the garage trying to get that last freaking hoop…into the…freaking…GAAAH!
Frustrating?
Certainly.
But disheartening?
Of course. But exciting?
Yes, and then, in a Rocky style montage, I recruited my best friend, Eric (who is on the team to this day).
Would I become the world’s next great builder?
Or the first driver to win a match with his hair on fire?
Neither, I would become a programmer. Which is just as cool. I guess.
Since then, I’ve been programming anything, at a whim’s notice. If you can call what I do programming that is (I’m getting better!). So now I, on W.A.S.A.B.I, with teammates, new and old, am giving everything I’ve got to become the best at what I chose to do, even when everyone else drives me crazy.