I am.
The Shortest sentence in the english language, yet, used properly,
perhaps the most revealing.
I am Scott Walde
Born to Verne and Gladys Walde in
Saskatoon on
January 21, 1971, I have a younger sister, a cat
and a bunch of fish.
I am an uncle
My sister (Kim) and her husband (Shayne), who live in
Didsbury, had a baby boy
(Christopher) on
December 17, 1997, making me a first-time uncle.
But I don't enjoy most Molson products.
My commercial bottled beer of choice is
Brewhouse brewed by Great Western Brewery here in Saskatoon. I have
occasionally been known to drink other 'girlie' beers such as Coors Light, and
Labatt
Lite
but I really prefer
something darker like Big Rock Warthog or Traditional ale. On
a hot summer day, I enjoy a
Cave Creek Chili Beer. I used
to brew my own beer. I'll probably do it again one of these days.
I am a Christian
Now wait a minute!!! Before you use your preconceptions on me, I'd like to
say I'm the kind of Christian who hates the fact there are so many
misconceptions
(No, I didn't write that page... it's a different scott) about Christianity.
So what kind of Christian am I? I'm the
kind who bases my beliefs on what I've learned from my own study of the
Bible, not what some pastor or
teacher or even my parents told me. (I'm not
saying don't listen to authority. I'm saying you should check it out for
yourself and see if what they are saying is right.) I'm the kind of
Christian who thinks it's alright to have fun. I'm the kind of
Christian who enjoys beer. I'm the kind of Christian who believes
Christianity is something quite different than a bunch of dos and don'ts.
(And, in case you are wondering about my mental ability, I'm the kind of
Christian who qualified for Mensa and then decided not to join after reading
one issue of their magazine which consisted primarily of letters and
articles arguing "How can an intelligent person believe in God?" and "How can
an intelligent person _not_ believe in God?". I don't believe it's an issue
of intelligence. It's an issue of faith.)
I am a computer programmer
I got my first taste of computers in fall of 1981 when, at school, they
wheeled an Apple ][+ into our classroom and ran a short demo program on it.
I immediately fell in love with the thing and arranged for my own computer
time. Every friday, for one hour before school, I could use it. The rest
of the week I would write programs out in my notebook. The next summer, my
dad made me a deal. If I saved $150, he would pitch in $450 and we would
buy a VIC-20. (We really couldn't afford an Apple.)
To be continued...