Born in a hospital, I grew up in a city, about a block from a different hospital. Flashforward a few years.
Having dropped out of a university's college of computer science after about 5 months, I turn my sights on the World of the Ludicrus. Yes, I speak of post-academia, AKA the Real World. I quickly find work selling tie dyed jumpers for infants and absurdly (and disgustingly) flavored treats made with hemp seeds.
Flashforward once more, and I'm administering a computer lab for a business school (I can't believe there's currently no node for the school in question... well, perhaps I can).
One last flashforward, and we arrive at the present day. I'm living in a studio apartment in a smaller city, a midwestern little town outside of a great big city, although essentially autonomous from it.
Friendly police and a generally young group of locals (read: still living at home; i.e.: family town), a coffee shop across the street with a steady stream of yuppies (but enough local-type regulars during off-hours to keep me sane), and a cat named for a certain young heartbreaker in a song by the Beatles.
I'm working for myself (mostly) and contemplating taking up the cross by signing up for the school district here. Oh, and of course, I read Slashdot and Penny Arcade fairly often.
Don't worry, there's plenty left to know. Like my stint in the midwest, or my undying affection - nay, LOVE - for Willow, a character played by Alyson Hannigan on UPN's Buffy the Vampire Slayer. A move the WB network will come to regret, I suspect, as Joss Whedon is a brilliant writer/director/producer... um... and I hear he's the bee's knees on a banjo. Could just be a rumor though.