pointless personal web site in creation seems to express the idea that once some lost soul
errantly traspasses on their little flap of sod on the Internet, that the interloper
actually gives a rat's ass who or what the author is. Some even go so far as to
publish humiliating pictures of their ugly nearsighted wives, geeky husbands, retarded
siblings, web-footed children, arthritic dogs, stray cats, crippled birds, ferrets, or
whatever other imprisoned creatures involuntarily give the author a moment of time, love,
or instinctive loyalty. (the latter term
obviously applying to the spouses and siblings, not the pets)
You won't find that here.
If you've gotten this far you already know that I
periodically have way too much time on my hands, so I end up wasting disgraceful amounts
of energy putting silly crap on this web site. And you've witnessed the nature of
the silly crap on this web site so you also know that my mind has obviously suffered from
multiple impact traumas. What else matters? At least I'm not sitting around
surfing porno sites and getting "tennis elbow" from masturbating while trying to
close those infernal browser pop-up ads. And just how did you
get here, anyway?
Anyhow, you surely don't give a damn about how I started
disassembling everything within reach since I was old enough to control my opposed thumbs,
or how I've meddled in electronics and integrated circuits since the time service people
actually replaced parts instead of boards, and went to Thomas A. Edison High School in
Jamaica, New York and studied electronics, then ended up somehow working with computers
instead and now wouldn't have a clue how to plot a gain curve if my life depended on it.
You couldn't possibly care about how I've fiddled with computers since the DEC
PDP-8 and learned everything about Intel architecture and programming on an off-the-truck
special IBM PC with 64K of RAM. Nor could you be at all interested in the CB radios,
computers, cameras, racing bicycles, motorcycles, and other toys whose bright flashing
lights, high technology, and/or gratuitous power, danger, and challenge attracted my
attention throughout the years. Equally meaningless is my long history of
participation in BBS'ing and my affiliation with LNet; home of Those Damn
Bytebrothers. Finally, I know that it means nothing to you that I currently work
with a great bunch of folks in the I.S. Engineering department at ABC Television and that
their tolerance for my peculiarities has been remarkable.
Now get a life, for crying out loud!
Go on, get outta here! Scat! Scram!
Go away! Shoo! Do something productive with your time ferchrissakes!