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 * A *
and electrical coffee makers. Choose no sleep, high caffeine * D *
and mental insurance. Choose fixed interest car loans. Choose * M *
a rented shoebox. Choose no friends. Choose black jeans and * I *
matching combat boots. Choose a swivel chair for your office * N *
in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose NNTP and wondering why * S *
the fuck you're logged on on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting * P *
in that chair looking at mind-numbing, spirit-crushing web * O *
sites, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose * T *
rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last on some * T *
miserable newsgroup, nothing more than an embarrassment to * I *
the selfish, fucked up lusers Gates spawned to replace the * N *
computer-literate. * G *
Choose your future. * *
Choose sysadmining. *****
