I was six when I figured out computers would listen to me. Not because I was a prodigy. Because I was tired of my sisters asking me to launch their games.

I edited the batch file. The computer obeyed. That was it.

Forty years later I'm still chasing that feeling. The keyboards changed. The languages changed. The kid is older. But the click is the same.

By day I'm a privacy engineer focused on AI/LLM security. By night I'm making a text-driven horror game with my daughters. Voiced and scored. Two worlds. Plus articles about the old internet, and tending this site. A working museum of the decades that raised me.

Everything here is on purpose. The terminal that answers help. The 1999 mode. The easter eggs under the floorboards. If you found one, that wasn't an accident.

Thanks for being here. Worn keyboard and all.