I’m a 44-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 nine years (who deserves better, but strangely stays with me); my completely perfect five-year-old daughter Nublet; and two highly neurotic Maine Coon cats, known here as Flat Cat and Fat Cat. Durham and I didn’t get along for a few years; we’ve reached a sort of armed truce, but even though I love my job and my co-workers, I won’t be too sad when I can put this town in my rear view mirror and head further south.
I work in IT consulting as a quality assurance analyst. I’m currently contracting at a Big Evil Pharmaceutical Company, where I supervise testers in a strange and mystical faraway land called “India.” They do the actual work while I sleep, and I’m the happy face that gets to write status reports and talk to the customers when stuff goes wrong. My sole claim to fame is that I’m the only IT guy in the universe that hates both coffee and Mountain Dew, though I’ll do the (diet) Dew if that’s all that’s around.
When I’m not working, my hobbies include computer gaming (mostly online), computer flight simulation (Microsoft Flight Simulator 2004 and Flight Simulator X), amateur radio (licensed since 1992), hanging out on conservative political message boards, and sharpening my sharp-as-a-baseball-bat wit. 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 lucky I can even spell, pal, much less punctuate and capitalize.
I also blog on World-of-Warcraft-related topics–primarily dealing with protection warriors and tanking–over at Achtung Panzercow, which is the reason that this blog lay dormant for a year and a half.