Choose no life. Choose sysadminning. Choose no career.        *****
Choose no family. Choose a 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 fun fabrics. Choose NNTP and wondering why in   * S *
the heck you're logged on on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting * P *
in that chair looking at mind-numbing, spirit-crushing web    * O *
sites, stuffing too much junk food into your mouth. Choose    * T *
rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last days on  * T *
some miserable newsgroup, nothing more than an embarrassment  * I *
to the selfish, messed up lusers Gates spawned to replace     * N *
the computer-literate.                                        * G *
Choose your future.                                           *   *
Choose sysadmining[1].                                        *****