You know how sometimes when the bagger at the grocery store calls you “sir” or “ma'am”, you start to doubt your coolness (if the checker cards you for alcohol, it lessens the sting though)? If you are under 30, just wait, it's coming and it hurts! Well, I have proof that I am cool. After my softball league playoffs on Saturday, over some beers, the coach of one of the teams asked me out of the blue if I had my own blog. And when I told him I did, he seemed genuinely impressed and mentioned that he is hoping to start a blog himself. In my non-tech world outside of work, that make me cool (trust me, I am not cool on the softball field).
That is my story and I'm sticking with it.