It’s not like I don’t have a million distractions and a million responsibilities.

“Bored” is an oft-abused word. I use it with a mixture of sincerity and irony. I’m not bored of life. I am a bit bored of disappointment, frustration and a certain kind of loneliness.

I write in an effort to deal with those responses to a world that sets low expectations for its own achievements, but high expectations for the payoff. I write to try to work out ideas and strategies to help me deal realistically with the world’s ethical under-achievement complex, and secondarily to idealistically practise extolling the virtues of ethical over-achievement.

I also write for amusement, my own principally.

I’m a computer specialist by trade. But the truth is my first love. If you don’t love the truth—no matter how cold, hard and unpleasant—then we won’t get along. Self-deception is the source of all evil.

Currently I’m employed as a programmer. Hopefully will continue to be so for the foreseeable future. I think fifteen or so years would be right. After that, write software recreationally and words full time. I’ve always wanted to be a science fiction author. Although I also want to write philosophy.

Ideas are much more interesting to me than most real things. This is a sometime source of guilt, when it means that I neglect people. People are the source of ideas, and people are very real … aren’t they? I suppose it depends on how you define people. Are we principally our bodies, or our consciousness? Age old question. Seems to vary from person to person.

Personally, swap this body out for a different one, I probably wouldn’t be all that concerned. I am my nervous system, but mostly I’m the parts of my brain which think and ponder, dream and imagine. Sure I’m also emotions and sensations. Without them I’d have no motivation and nothing to think about. But it’s all just raw material to me. It’s what you do with it that matters.