It'll take more than a lot of gibberish to expunge the memory of FATAL, SenZar, Space Opera, and other gaming horrors I've been exposed to in the past.
"I do have a degree in electrical engineering... from almost 20 years ago. Punchcard systems were just becoming obsolete, we had rotary phones in the dorms, and a modem was still a gizmo the size of a shoebox into which you squooshed the phone receiver itself. In short, we lived like animals.
The instant obsolesence is why I became a writer. The rate of punctuation in a sentence doesn't double every 18 friggin' months, and you never have some 22-year-old looming over your shoulder, shaking his head, saying "dude... you're still using adverbs...?"
The Sports Front on Front St. (close to the Dome) is a great sports bar, or the Sports Cafe at the corner of Yonge and St. Clair. We used to live at a bar called the Devil's Martini...it's a block down from Whiskey Saigon, closer to Yonge St.