About
The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum… it’s breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
Actually, I am just a 37-year-old former web developer trying to get back into the business, though right now, I stock shelves at a local market at night.
I have a thing for the local sports teams, local being about 150 miles away, though I love the Red Sox, Patriots, Celtics, and yes, even the Bruins. I live in a small valley area, a barren wasteland of a small town. I look to move back to the city once that web job pans out.
I went to college and got a degree (A.A. Visual Communications/Web Design) and have used it, but I’m looking to climb higher and possibly someday, move back to San Diego and get away from the cold, snow and winters as far away as I can. Until then, 50 degrees is my threshold.
Held a variety of jobs and have decided that the web programming (front-end or back-end) is where I belong. I am for hire, I can be bought.
I did hold a freelance position, running my own “company” for the past ten years doing web design and development, contact me for a resume if you should happen to stumble upon here and I will send one out.
I also have a real penchant for Chicago dogs… yum.
That is all.
