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| Personal background |
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I never know exactly what to put in these boxes. It nags me. It bothers me. Sigh.
Let's see... I'm originally from a small town outside of Springfield, Illinois. Since my unfortunate enlistment in the US Navy, I've traveled much, and come to stop at scenic Naval Submarine Base Bangor, just north of Silverdale, Washington. The natives aren't too unfriendly (more than I can say for my ex-wife) and the weather is surprisingly bearable.
As you may have guessed, this whole Navy thing makes me a sailor, although I no longer go out to sea (when I did it was on (or rather in) the USS Georgia, a trident submarine, if you care). These days I fiddle (not the technical term) with ordinance at SWFPac, or Strategic Weapons Facility Pacific (for those of you that don't speak acronym). I've been in for around 6 years, and I'm tired of it.
I am 25 years of age, although I expect this to change in time. I'm a Cancer, and I enjoy long walks in the woods, spicy foods, and... oh wait, wrong website. I am sooo embarrased.
I figure out what to write in this thing based on this paragraph the kind people of this website have placed above this box. The last recommended category is hobbies. Briefly, I write, draw, work, smoke, drink, and brave public transportation. My ex-wife had my car towed over a year ago, and I've never recovered.
What am I doing here, in this stuffy little box they call a room, wearing these ill-fitting clothes? I should have gone to college. Peace. |
| Thoughts about SETI and SETI@home |
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I believe we will be contacted by aliens when they think they can make some sort of money off of us. No, I merely jest. I write that and can almost hear the gasp of some offended idealist in some tiny room lit only by the bluish glare of a computer monitor. I can't offend people like that, I was raised to be too polite.
My idea of alien life has been poisoned by countless hours absorbing random images flickering from the cathode tube of my T.V. Star Trek tells me that aliens are simply ordinary people with disfigured foreheads. Or multi-colored. Or attracted to William Shatner.
I think that real extraterrestrials probably will steer clear of us until they can benefit from contact. I can't see any life form that selfless and charitable. I don't think we could impress them with our high technologies of Velcro, microwave ovens, and Jerry Springer. But hey, I'm a cynic, and it never really does hurt to wish for something better. My brother used to say that he hoped aliens existed because maybe someday, they'd come down and take him home. I think this world doesn't make a whole lot of sense to most people. I know it barely makes any sense to me. Peace. |
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