There is very little in this spherical-dirt-ball-speeding-through-space that I dislike more than talking about myself. That said, I'd be remiss if I didn't at least start this blog/website off with some background. I grew up off the internet, living for Saturday morning cartoons and department store Christmas catalogues, but in the mid-90s I jumped on geocities with everyone else and never looked back.

In the early 2000s, right around the time White Stripes dropped Seven Nation Army and in one great voice the world replied "Thank you," I was on Myspace throwing cringy elevator versions of music at every visitor to my pointless corner of the internet. My future wife and I would flirt with each other all over our Myspace pages. Somewhere, amongst the hordes of scrolling marquees and glitter gifs, we would post inside references to meet cutes and the rest is history. I also had a LiveJournal, where I wrote entirely as a persona, posting back and forth with friends and being way too cool for outsiders to understand.

It didn't stop there. I've had a presence on every major (and many minor) social network that came to American shores. I wrote a lot of meaningful monologues and even more meaningless top 10 lists. I even got paid to write for some sites. Somewhere out there, a site archive still has several magic: the gathering strategy articles I was paid to write. It was a wild time, man.

To beat the nail so profusely on the head that it splits the beam, I was on it all, all of the time. Do you know what happens when you're living large portions of your life entirely online? For me, it started to feel like I was wasting a lot of time putting things into a void along with everyone else doing the same. We lived in a shared hadron collider; wherein, our recycled ideas and reconstituted angst bounced around and collided at the speed of comment threads. We weren't listening to each other, not really. We were always preparing our reply.

Sound familiar?

Fast-forward to 2025 and the question of why I'm doing this again, and why for Pete's sake (whoever he is) I'm doing it on neocities of all places, begs to be answered: I've grown exhausted of the hustle and bustle of the big social media sites. Am I still on them? Yes. I'm still on facebook, but only for gaming communities. I'm stil on instagram, but only for art. I'm on discord (if that even counts) for friends and more gaming. For those fellow gamers out there who might be wondering what kind of gaming: miniatures, board games, role playing games, and the occasional video game.

To wrap this all up: I've never stopped writing and in fact I write more now than I ever have before. I've been published here and there on small, online publications, and I figured it was about time to create a website to send those folks to. I decided I would fill it with my love of folklore, fantasy worlds, and the dark, creepy things that invade the subconcious mind. I'll also write about some of my favorite reading materials: poetry, retro rpg video games, and graphic novels. I'm writing all of this on neocities precisely because it's not one of the big social networks. It's me, sitting at a keyboard and writing in html instead of wading through myriad targeted AI-created articles about ancient technologies and newly discovered fake species. I get to write on real paper here. Somehow, in the tidal wave of all of this late-stage capitalism cybercrazy, coding your blog articles in html has become as analogue as writing with a pencil on notebook paper.

“Besides, interesting things happen along borders—transitions—not in the middle where everything is the same.” - Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson