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Choose
no life. Choose sysadminning. Choose no career. Choose no
family. Choose a fucking big computer, choose hard disks the
size of washing machines, old cars, CD ROM writers and
electrical coffee makers. Choose no sleep, high caffeine and
mental insurance. Choose fixed interest car loans. Choose a
rented shoebox. Choose no friends. Choose black jeans and
matching combat boots. Choose a swivel chair for your office in
a range of fucking fabrics. Choose NNTP and wondering why the
fuck you're logged on on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting in
that chair looking at mind-numbing, spirit-crushing web sites,
stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away
at the end of it all, pishing your last on some miserable
newsgroup, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish,
fucked up lusers Gates spawned to replace the computer-literate.:) ....
