On a late 1990’s afternoon, I left my house with no idea where I was going. Somehow, I’d managed to grow up without becoming anything I’d ever wanted to be. Astronaut, uncheck. Professional skier, nope.  Lego set designer, not even close. That afternoon, I ended up at a Borders Bookstore.  Borders didn’t have as good a magazine selection as Tower but it was close to my house and smelled less. Browsing computer and design magazines was a hobby and I was good at it.  I liked the big magazines. The ones imported from Europe that came with a CD-ROM full of software demos. I was flipping through one of these rags when, on a nearby bookshelf, I spotted…