My most embarrassing computer-related moment will (possibly) occur a couple of weeks from now. I'll be sweating nervously as I drive southward, one eye on the road and the other on a set of directions. As I cruise down 880, keeping an eye out for the exit to the Dumbarton Bridge, I'll be trying to shake the panicky fear of being discovered a phony, an amateur who got lucky in a contest. Safely across the bridge and on to 101 South, I'll wonder whether the conference and the tutorials will be over my head or whether I'll become even further amazed by the wide scope of work being done on this flashy new OS. After finding a parking space at The Westin Santa Clara and pulling my Ti-laden bag over my shoulder I'll make my way inside to find the registration desk. "Why can't I go in?" I'll ask the gentleman asking to see my pass. "You haven't registered for this conference sir," he'll politely respond. "You don't understand," I'll say. "I won a contest for the most embarrassing computer-related anecdote." "That may be true," he'll say, shaking his head sadly. "But you only win the contest if I tell you that you forgot to register for the conference and then laugh at your misfortune. Thus horribly embarrassing you." And then he will. =-)
