Melbourne, Australia.
Scott asks stupid questions. Lots of them.
After running his freelance copywriting firmly into the ground, he took stock of his life and asked a stupid question. If he could go back, through all the forks in the road and choose one differently, which one would it be?
He chose the one where he denied the possibility of being a programmer at around eight years old because he didn't think he'd ever get a computer. He'd never understand the secret code that made machines do stuff.
So now he wants to know everything. And maybe one day he could play with asteroid mining space robots.
