this Jimbo guy, anyway? // begin listing of random facts:
(no, that's not a real lightsaber - but I
am happy to see you)
I'm a professional ubergeek and self-employed technomancer.
I was born in 1972. This has caused me varying degrees
of distress over either being "too young" or "too old", in one context
or another, for most of my life. When the hell is my age gonna feel "just
I'm not married now, but I was once.
Yes, that's really me over there with the lightsaber.
And one of these days I'll eventually put a link up to some more recent pics.
I used to say how many MP3s were on my hard drive in this
bullet, but then I built a quarter-terabyte RAID5 MP3 server for somebody, and ever since
then it just hasn't seemed important... (and now a quarter-terabyte
is laughably small, and it REALLY seems unimportant!)
I used to hold the extremely unpopular-amongst-geeks opinion that
Linux is for people who don't know any better. (It's all about
the BSD, baby.) They both have their place, though, and some of the modern
Linux distros are downright sexy. (Ubuntu, I'm looking at you, you pretty lil'
Windows XP (was) the most evil thing since "code
wheels," and given the chance, I would cheerfully toss Microsoft in the Recycle Bin -
in a HEARTBEAT. (And now there's Vista. DRM ahoy!)
Unfortunately, even if we're not dependent on Microsoft's
product itself, we're all dependent on applications that only run on
their product. =(
I wouldn't describe myself as an atheist, but that's only for
I was stupid enough to enlist in the Navy instead of going to
college. (damned pride.)
I am not a K-R4D 31337 H4XX0R, but I play one on teh interweb.
Various people at various times have told me that I look like
Dan Aykroyd, Jim Carrey, Cary Elwes, Richard Dean Anderson, Ron Livingston, Bruce
McCulloch, Nathan Lane, Walter Matthau, Tom Hanks, Tobey Macguire, Doctor Zhivago, Ernest
Hemingway, and Errol Flynn.
I cannot for the life of me figure out what the common
denominator amongst all those people could be.
There is a photo of an ex-girlfriend of mine in an escort
service ad in the yellow pages of the town I lived in at the time.
She doesn't actually work there, though. (I
I used to be unafraid to admit that this was an E/N site.
I am now unafraid to admit that E/N is dead, and this site is simply ... a thing I