There have been quite a few times when, sitting in front of the flatpanel, I wonder what life would be like if I was doing something else that had nothing to do with the Internet.

Maybe there is bliss in being a gardener or a carpenter. Or a zookeeper. I could be the guy who preps the food for the Panda bears. Hell some afternoons I would settle for a nice cushy job as Postmaster for 92780. All I need to qualify is a membership with the NRA.

Then a job like this comes around and then I think to myself — New York City, why are you so far away?