I am some random guy from Europe/Germany and IRL a software / web developer. Besides creating boring business apps and websites I'm busy thinking about nerd stuff like: Why do I even exist, who are all these people around me and why has been there a big fucking bang and not just nothing at all? Whyeyey?!

Yo. And I'm a representative of the late Generation X (built in 1975) and don't like to be called Boomer because my fucking beard's getting grey. Every day a bit more. Rapidly, *sigh*. However, I still had the chance to jerk off to pictures of a very young Madonna from a music magazine, in the crapper of my school. I'd learned to program by hacking large code-listings from home computer magazines into my C64 and had to solve all bugs I found by myself only, without any help from Google and Stackoverflow. I'd been there when my mostly absent father suddenly showed up in the mid of the day because he thought the fucking 3rd world war was about to happen. Because of some bullshit NATO maneuver. I still see them all around me, my entire family, sitting infront of the Grundig Color TV and watching current news shows, what they were reporting. As we clearly know today there had been prepped soviet fighter jets with running engines on the ground already, impatiently waiting to get airborne and to drop The Bomb finally.

Accordingly, my world had consisted of "The Day After" and "Terminator", of the "Star Wars" triology and last but not least of "Star Trek" (OS/NG), besides a ton of plastic toys and stuff that resists to rot on the garbage dumps till today. I'd believed all lies ever and then was forced to realize that the giant face on Mars has been a simple illusion, a kind of cosmic prank played by this cursed planet on us. I had to watch how George Lucas blew the prequels hard, just like the old stinky lady with that up-side-down fish bowl in the circus tent had told me years before. Finally I had to grasp that capitalism isn't saving us all and that the social democracy in my country isn't something that can't be taken from you again if you got it once. This did hit me a bit actually.

And responsible for my erratic and provocative attitude which I show sometimes, is my asshole gene by the way. Must be. I've picked that up in some free magazine laying around at the doctors waiting room. Some obscurology expert has said this in an article. He must know stuff.

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