My primary residence is The Grand Game of Software Engineering, where I document the primal existential angst of working in corporate software — the recruiting theatre, the performance reviews, the bait-and-switch from interesting work to billable hours, and the slow realisation that you are not so much an employee as a resource awaiting depreciation. I'm deep down the rabbit hole, several hundred essays in, with no obvious signs of running out of material.

I also run The Eldritch Scriptorium, a smaller publication for Lovecraftian fiction. Submissions welcome from anyone whose worldview survives a brush with cosmic indifference.

On the side — the future of work and AI, physics-adjacent oddities, and whatever happens to be irritating me into cognitive dissonance on a given week. Background includes a PhD in fractal image compression (Bath, 1995), which means I was watching the first AI winter from a thesis carrel and remain professionally suspicious of the current weather.

If you want to support the operation: subscribe to Medium (a fraction of which lands here), buy me a coffee, or follow me on X, where I post a steady stream of informed commentary, interesting links, and an indefensible number of memes.

I have, by all accounts, a lot to say.