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Me? Lil ol’ me? Oh, I’m boring… *mmf* hahaha! What a crock of ****…
Well, I’m not about to write up a full autobiography on my website, but I’m sure trying. Sure won’t be revealing all my personal details though. To start, I’m 20 years old. In my time I’ve found that I’m very much smarter than the average 20 year old college brat moron. I spend my time learing how things work, how to solve problems, how to fix things, and how the things of the world are made. While others are glued to their TV watching Americon Idiot, erm, Idol, I’m on the Discovery channel watching How It’s Made.
My mom is a dispatcher at the local police department, and my dad was a professional slacker, before and after he was shot. My mom gave me a lot of the things I needed to know in life, like questioning everything, analyzing every little detail, and doing everything myself. If I remember correctly, I started doing my own laundry when I was about 10, and my mom stopped buying me new things when I was about 14. Everything else – computers, clothing, gadgets, tools – I bought or received on my own. I could often be found teaching my mom how to do things, like how to use the Roomba, how to program the TV, stuff like that.
As for a childhood, before that 15-year-old mark? I honestly don’t remember. Where most people remember their early years of playing with friends, birthday parties, stuff like that, I draw a blank. That’s not for lack of having them, though – from what I’ve found from scattered pictures, I had a generally boring, uneventful prepubescent life. Except for one thing, I was always the loner, never hanging out with other kids, and never caring either. I could if I wanted to, I just never did. I was told a story by my dad, that when I was 3 or 4 years old, he gave me a set of tools and an old radio he pulled out of his truck. I had it apart and was totally fascinated by its inner workings, not that I could ever get it back together again. I think that’s why my parents stopped buying me stuff. I keep tearing it all apart. I’ve since learned how to put it all back together. ;-)
At that 15-year mark, my whole life changed. To this day it remains a mystery, though I’ve tried to piece it all together by my imagination alone. I became the person that I and the Internet both now know as Falcon. It seems to have started shortly after 9/11/01 and we went on a trip to Washington, DC. We toured the city on bikes, and had a lot of fun. But some of the pictures of the amazing sights I saw didn’t come out visible on our early digital camera, so I went online to search for more. I almost immediately became infatuated with fighter jets. I knew nothing about military aircraft at the time, and in fact, I hated the military before that (mainly because I thought there was still a draft, and I was still very much a “free bird” at heart).
From there, I fell totally in love with the F-16 Fighting Falcon. I took on the name Falcon4 after various other incarnations, originally as a Quake II nickname. I later did some research about the bird whom I am now named after, and to my astonishment, I find fact after fact about falcons that relate directly to me and my personality. Not being one to accept authority, a person with a hot temper, a burning desire to take to the skies, and the list goes on. The more I read about falcons, the more I realize that, hey… maybe I am one, or maybe my empty head got filled with a falcon’s spirit on that one glorious vacation. Whatever it is, it’s me, and I like it.
It’s odd that a nerd like myself would so willingly take on such a bad-bum persona. I was a textbook nerd before I turned 15, with crappy-looking glbumes, a library obsession, always wowing the teachers with great work. But after I took on the Falcon persona, I gave the finger to school, stopped caring about my grades (well, other than “hacking” grades in high school), and actually starting caring about things like acceptance and image. In support of our military, I always wore my personally-bought BDU jacket to school, even after they came up with a BS new dress code rule vaguely prohibiting such things (articles that attract attention, or something like that). But I retained some of my nerdiness amongst this new persona.
I still have a room full of networking gear, test equipment, countless PCs and parts, and various other nerdinesses. But I now have a kickbum sports car (a 87 Fiero GT which I’m still trying to bring fully back to life from its neglectful previous owner), stickers all over my PCs, falcon and F-16 posters and pictures on the walls, and a dresser full of F-16 and USAF shirts. I never stop learning, and now I have the potent mix of a person who’s smart, and not afraid to smash someone over the head with his intelligence and experience.
I still don’t have a job, but in the coming months it’s very important that I do finally get some steady, high volume money flow coming in. I fear becoming another work-a-day drone, so involved in their low paying job that they have no time left in the day to think, because they have to make rent and utility payments. Too many Americans are stuck in that rut, relying on prepacked solutions to allow them to not think about something. I try to float above all that, observing the way things work, and providing input to help people out. I’m working on starting a business right now, primarily to fix PCs but also to try helping educate people about what happened instead of just fixing it like most other shops. I hope I can make a difference in this messed-up world!
So that’s about it for me in general… now go check out the rest of me. ;-)
however I caught the last part. ;]
