I don't know that I'm so different from my father. He was in a state of constant preparation for a military Armageddon. We had grenade launchers, M-16s and cases of freeze-dried food in the basement to arm us against the communist soldiers and the long nuclear winter.
I swore I'd be different but I live my life anticipating a technological Armageddon in the form of the World's Most Challenging Job. I try to store up knowledge against the moment when I'm challenged by the REAL experts in my field, the Doctors of Computer Science. I'm like my old man; as much as I profess to be horrified by this bleak future actually coming to pass, I secretly crave it.
I'm closing this account!
13 years ago
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