Robert Parks:  

Life What a ridiculous load of tripe. From checking a few "interests" boxes ages ago while bored at the job I used to love and be defined by, but have since seen the light and become an anti-technocrat, it sounds as if I spend all my evenings drunk and slightly coked up in Bell Town, decked out in a ridiculous maelstrom of outfits all supplied by Kenneth Cole Reaction only to later stumble home to my dotting wife. How unbearably miserable would that be? I think if that were the case I'd have swallowed the better portion of a .38 special by now. The fact is, I never stumble home...usually I pass out midst a pretentious bout of verbal diarrhea in which I extol the virtues of modernism in literature, profess my undying love of Joyce's brilliance - even though I always fall asleep while reading his stupidly complex and uninteresting stories - and rant endlessly how you should never confuse a theoretical (PURE if I'm being especially keytarded) mathematician with an applied mathematician. ...Expand for more