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.
Choose your future.