Life is good

On those nice sunny days, and there are many here. I HAVE to go out and enjoy the sun on my face, even for five minutes. It makes me feel human. And as one who was deprived of the great ball of fire in the sky for the first 20 years of life, I really do appreciate having it on tap. So out I go for a wander of a lunchtime.

I also love people watching. The tribal habits of the human species never ceases to amaze me and I love to shake my head in a superior manner as I pigeon-hole innocent passers-by based on nothing more than their wardrobe and my prejudices.

So right now, I am in lunchtime heaven. I've discovered the Starbucks 2 blocks away, opposite the big conference centre. So I can idle along, gawp at the tribe-de-jour in line, play guess the convention as I stroll in the sun, tall, no-fat, vanilla, latte in hand. Then be perfectly smug when I spot an entrance tag to confirm my assumptions were right.

Todays wardrobe of choice:
women with Doc Marten shoes and extended bellies.
young(ish) blokes in no-style in particular jeans and Tenacious D T-shirts
middle aged men with longish ponytails straggling down from a bald heed
and that Silicon Valley uniform of choice - grey with black graphic pattern, short sleeved shirt and 1998 no-name training shoes.

That'd be a game developers convention then?

Oh how smug and perfect am I? Despite my new vanilla latte addiction I can still spot a geek at 50 paces. I am GOOD!
Normally at this point I'd self obsess about what people think of me when they see me wandering the streets, sipping coffee and eating a muffin from a bag. But today I wont. Because today was Game Developers day - and since I'm not plugged into a 16-inch monitor with multiple 3D viewing options and an weapons arsenal to rival the Queens Highlanders, I know no one thought anything of me - or even saw me. I like that fact!.