What We Built Before the Cloud
A reflection on what the internet was before the cloud turned it into a subscription. We built our sites by hand, broke things to learn, and knew every log by name. This is not nostalgia, it is stewardship. Some of us still remember what it means to be root on our own systems.
Love in the Time of Root Access
I grew up reading BOFH stories like they were sacred scripture, tales of sysadmin vengeance and terminal justice that shaped my sense of humor, my ethics, and maybe my lack of both. Somewhere between the first sudo and the last rage ticket, I became the thing I once admired: the Bastard Operator From Hell. These days my love language is uptime, my poetry is a clean log, and my mischief lives in cron jobs. It is not cruelty, it is control. And honestly, it is beautiful.