I’m a 42-year-old fat, white, Southern, conservative, Republican, Christian guy that drives a pickup truck.  Therefore, according to the New York Times, either I don’t exist, or I’m the cause of all evil in the world, depending on what day it is.

I currently live in Durham, North Carolina with my long-suffering and patient wife of seven years (who deserves better, but strangely stays with me); my completely perfect two-and-a-half-year-old daughter Nublet (who gets her own category on this blog); and two highly neurotic Maine Coon cats, known here as Flat Cat and Fat Cat.

I work in IT consulting as a quality assurance analyst.  I’m currently contracting at a Big Evil Pharmaceutical Company, where I test software involved with their customer call centers.  My sole claim to fame is that I’m pretty sure I’m the only IT guy in the universe that hates coffee.

When I’m not “working,” my hobbies include computer flight simulation (Flight Sim 2004), far too much World of Warcraft, amateur radio (licensed since 1992), hanging out on conservative political message boards, sharpening my sharp-as-a-baseball-bat wit, and changing dirty diapers.  In case you haven’t figured it out, I also have an inordinate love for parentheses, and need to be beaten over the head with a writing style manual.  Know what?  I’m a computer geek.  You’re damn lucky I can even spell, pal, much less punctuate and capitalize.