About Me

^{6'3" 185lb Coding Machine}

It was the early 1980's. 6 days before, Argentina had just landed on South Georgia Island, marking the precipitation of the Falklands war. 9 days prior to that, all 9 planets had just aligned on the same side of the sun, and in the same day the United States of America had placed an Embargo on Libyan Oil imports, alleging Libyan support of terrorist groups. The day was Tue, 23 Mar 1982. It was 385747603 seconds after the UNIX Epoch. It was when I took my first breath.

I was born in Lakewood General Hospital (Now St. Clare - After the old building was destroyed due to Aspestos), in Tacoma Washington (an neighborhood which since has receeded and become its own City of Lakewood). I was to be named Amanda Elizabeth McCoy, a pretty young Irish-English girl. However, my parents had intentionally avoided knowing my gender prior to my birth. Everyone was certain I would be female, as it was my parents plan. Yet, to everyones dismay, when I was born the first thing my father said was "Shit, it has a penis". It hadn't been considered too seriously that I might in fact be Male, but the name Scott Spencer McCoy, was quickly conjured. David Edward McCoy, and Patricia Ellen Spencer (my parents) then went home to replace all the pink, flower covered baby clothes they had purchased for me, and redecorate the bedroom, which they did leave painted pink well throughout my childhood.

Ah, those were the days. Good thing for my parents all the pink clothing was put to use 3 years later when they did in fact have a baby girl, named Amanda Elizabeth McCoy.

Around the same time, I began telling my parents vivid stores of when I was alive before. When I was a pilot, and describing my father who was ill and my house. I don't know where I got it from, but I had managed to make my parents believe in reincarnation. I quickly stopped making mention of this, and took up a short lived interest in aviation. By the time I was 12 I had flown and landed several airplanes as a result of my parents trying to keep me interested in aviation. Their efforts were thwarted however, as I took a serious interest in skateboarding.

This interest was around the same time I discovered the internet, stopped going to middle school and started spending all night on IRC. Shortly after, my parents received several complaints from their Internet Service Provider that there had been a lot of suspicious activity on their account and numerous email complaints. Ah yes, flood clones and EFNet of the early 90's will never be forgotten. This is also around the time I started programming, as my interest grew in all things related to hacking and being destructive I quickly learned that to do anything worthwhile I would have to learn C and UNIX. So my quest began and I started learning the ins and outs of FreeBSD, HP-UX, Solaris, and any other type of UNIX-Like server I could hack in to.

I started with C after finding a Power-C book in my parents study. My mother had taken a few rudimentary programming classes at the local college for fun, and this was the left over result. In the fold inside the book was a 5.25" floppy disk which had a very neat little compiler on it. And so started my quest.

But that all ended when my parents moved to Aberdeen Washington following some very unfortunate circumstances. And we lived in a very small place, with all of the computers (old as they were by that time) boxed up and no real room to set them up. I remember during that time, I started exchanging real letters with all of my the girls I knew from IRC and sometimes dreamed about making programs to do this or that. But one thing didn't go away - skateboarding.

Years passed and I was failing out of high school, skateboarding for a local shop which now only exists on a stale on-line phone directory. Those were the days, I skated and skipped school all day and skated and hung out with my buddies all night. I then moved out of my parents place and bought myself a P-75. I was 17, and the year was 1999. Any of you would know that in 1999, a P-75 was no lightning fast machine.

I found one of my good friends Trevor Ingram had started an internet service provider in San Jose, he (remembering the famed damage I had done a few years earlier) asked if I could work with him. The pay was very little, in fact it was hardly anything, but I figured it would atleast be a little sys-admin experience. Following that, I met some cats, one thing lead to another and I started writing code for a living and stopped skateboarding.

It's now 2007, and I do a lot of both, am a well respected engineer in a large company, and live on a yacht. Started skating again a few weeks ago (as of 20070313).