Choose no life. Choose no career. Choose no family. Choose fucking
big routers. Choose switches big as trucks, modem racks, bridges,
and repeaters, and coffee makers, all networked. Choose no sleep,
lots of caffeine and no time off. Choose no friends. Choose black
clothing and long hair. Choose tons of mail and wondering why the
fuck you're logged on on a Sunday afternoon. Choose sitting in a
swiwel chair looking at mind-numbing network maps and galloping
counters, stuffing junk food into your mouth while trying to solve
someone else's problem. Choose having 'IOS' tattoed on your wrist.

Choose your future.
Choose internetworking.