A day in the life of the Captain is basically this;
10AM - Wake Up and SSS
1030-1130 - Get my morning power drink, answer e-mails and answer any questions my students have in my online classes (all of you should take)
1130-1145 - Look at Drudge, curse, make a post for you guys.
1145-130PM - Run around Lake Calhouns and the Isles
130-430PM - House work, cutting wood, work out, eat
430-10PM - Leave for dance class early to avoid rush hour, teach and drive back home
10PM -Midnight - Meet with my crew, drink, dance, crash with the lovely Natasha
Midnight - 2AM - internet, watching Hogan's Heroes and Venture Brothers
Now, this is certainly not a bad life. But it leaves one wanting. It certainly is not hard teaching dance classes, and online classes are certainly great, but loafing around going Galt does not fill the soul of a true, productive American man. You feel empty. Ergo why your Captain started his two year degree in computer networking.
Now the merits of computer networking should be obvious;
1. In demand skill that will get you the highest income with the least amount of schooling.
2. No need to go 4 years (most of which would be pissed away on worthless liberal arts pre-req's) to learn a skill that is deployable in 2 years.
3. The finite nature of computer networking makes it much more immune to politics and moronic middle aged bankers. For example if you design the network correctly and it works, it works. There's nothing to complain about. Versus predicting a housing crash 2 years before it happens, trying to tell your baby boomer bosses to not make bad loans, even if you're right, you're still going to be berated, disciplined and yelled at because you got in the way of their big, fat commission check. There is no politics simply because of the nature of computers.
So the Captain goes to his first networking class and what do you suppose the breakdown of the students are?
The sole, lonely Captain and a score of bodacious, hot 20 something babes?
The Captain and an equal mix men and women of his age?
The Captain and a rainbow of diversity where the Captain was the only non-Catholic Irish, quarter-Jew with a smattering of German blood in him, representing the white man?
No, it was the Captain, a score of fat, pasty nerdy white guys between 30-50 and two lonely girls.
And it depressed me. Not because there weren't tons of totally hot and find babes in the class, but because once again the reason women make less than men, the reason for the wage gap was sitting there right in front of me. All the complaining, all the demands for justice, all the whining, and yet there was the proof that women, by and large, are not going to make the right choices to close that gap.
Of course, when I went to the bathroom and walked pasted (what I believe to be) a media arts class, what do you suppose the break down of that was?
Makes me wonder if people really are that stupid or just plain brainwashed.