A little blog of questionable wisdom written by a builder of little games. I do a lot of little things these days. I hope some of them do a little good.
These posts are old and new, serious and absurd, technical yet philosophical. I’ve kept even the questionable bits—partly for nostalgia, mostly as proof that wisdom arrives slowly, if at all.
If you’d like to reach me and don’t already know how, LinkedIn is probably your best bet. Students, I’ll likely reply; salespeople, probably not.
I don’t hate you. I’m not mad at you. I’m not angry. I’m not trying to make fun of you. I’m not being sarcastic. It’s not because of you. I’m sorry if my face makes you uncomfortable.
When I’m content, my face doesn’t naturally give the expressions people expect. I have to deliberately put on the right face to match my emotions. It takes constant work. I think I’ve gotten better at it, but I still slip up.
Continue reading →When I was young, old enough to drink coffee but not really an adult, I had a drip coffeemaker called Mr. Coffee. I scooped pre-ground coffee from a big red can while I’d sing “the best part of waking up… is Folgers in your cup”. I later graduated to a French press, then pourovers, and then a Nespresso – which honestly felt like a step backwards from the pourovers, but it was faster and I was busy.
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