Indy Telecom & Industrial Media

The story of my life, according to none other than Proshenjeet Dottah Proshenjit Dotto (and all comments are his, not mine):

Year 16. grew long hair. metallica rocks.

Year 17. hair longer. metallica is a bunch of p0sers. Slayer rocks.

Year 18. F&*kwit viceprincipal cut my hair. I hate life.

(this is too easy! :D)

Year 19. I’m too c00l for his sartorial tastes. Also, my friends say I look like a pr0n star.

Year 20. new love in life. @links = m/]+?HREF\s*=\s*[”‘]?([^’” >]+?)[ ‘”]?>/sig;

(replace that with witty device driver code if you like)

Year 21. get serious about academics. papers papers papers. sneak into offices and pretend to be an intern (no not the lewinsky sort)

Year 22. graduate. See ya suckers, and f*&kwit NITS viceprincipal in particular!

Year 23. peachy in georgia. obtained serious street cred on the mean streets of atalanta, yo

Year 23.5. attempted to disappear in an undisclosed location in New Mexico

Year 24. Tried to get serious about academics again, but undone by chance meeting with a certain someone.

Year 24 (again). Did I graduate? Don’t care. My heart ’tis out to sea.

Year 25. I’m way too young to write a life history. But Uncle Sam asketh, and I cannot refuse.