|Choose no life. Choose no career. Choose no family. Choose a fucking big computer, choose disk arrays the size of washing machines, modem racks, CD-ROM writers and electrical coffee makers. Choose no sleep, high caffeine and mental insurance. Choose no friends. Choose black jeans and matching combat boots. Choose chairs for your office in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose SMTP and wonder why the fuck you are logged on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting in that swirl chair looking at mind-numbering, spirit-crushing web sites, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your list in some miserable newsgroup, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up lusers Gates spawned to replace computer-literate.|
Choose your future.
Choose to sysadmin.
By Jonathan H N Chin <firstname.lastname@example.org> based on original Usenet post by Gary Barnes <email@example.com>