That’s it; it’s official. I am live on the internet. I am digital. I am a part of the webonets, captured forever in the sands of history. That picture, the one right there, that’s me.
Wait. No. Come back.
You’d think this would have happened sooner, but no—that would have made too much sense. They taught us programming in school; they taught us Visual Basic and Pascal and tried to make me learn how to live without a calculator. I learned nothing. In college, I stared at the girl across the row and slept through Advanced Higher Whatsis 101, and the end result was that, up until five minutes ago, I had never established myself on the internet. I am twenty-five years old.
My name is Sam. I’m one of the two assistant editors at the magazine; I love my job; I ramble; I have a penchant for old German cars and hamburgers and the fine art of oversteer.
Hi. More to come later.