I am not planning on growing up.
A slumlord. I lived up to my dream last Monday when I let my tenants move in without running hot water. Problem corrected on Tuesday.
I will be a rambunctious child masquerading as a (somewhat)responsible adult.
If I ever grow up, that is.
I always knew what I wanted to be when I grew up until I grew up. Now I have no idea.
A space pirate time traveller
Rich beach bum who sails to all the islands in the carribean, just to have a fruity drink and a romp with a native girl on each island.
When Chip reads that MV, he is moving to St. Barts and opening a bar, the first of many, one on each island I predict.
I want to test beds.
I wanted to be a PC support technician since I was six. I liked breaking my computers and fixing them back up. Nowadays, I still want to do the same thing, but on a much larger scale, since fixing server infrastructures, datacenter problems, broken code and the like is a tad more interesting than a broken video card.
In short, I want to be a freelancing sysadmin so I can do my kind of work in all sorts of other fields. It's fun.
What is this 'growing up' of which you speak? :confused: