But that’s what other weirdos on the Internet call me. I too am a weirdo on the internet.

I’ve worked a variety of shitty retail and grocery jobs which slowly transformed me from a dipshit conservative Catholic high schooler to an atheist commie who thinks entirely too much about how interconnected absolutely fuckmothering goddamn everything is. I’ve worked as a computer and camera salesman at Circuit City, as a video game tester, as a sandwich maker under various employers, a butcher (I know how the sausage is made, literally) and currently an office worker for a big car dealership chain.

I’ve got ADHD, probably a bit of autism, depression/anxiety (those are a package deal). Got a number of other health problems which means things like if I want to not possibly die in my sleep I need to pay for thousands of dollars in CPAP equipment every year. This has also maybe possibly affected my politics a little bit perhaps. I’ve also endured long stretches of extreme social isolation due to being weird and lacking social skills and not really being in control of my emotions. Lately gotten a lot of that sorted out and am digging up the corpses of my dreams to try and revive them with vile necromantic rituals. Going back to school and figuring shit out.

I am an amateur writer who has in the past written about a Gilded Age necromancer who immigrated from Germany to the United States to seek new opportunities and construct a large undead son out of spare parts as his doctoral thesis at what would eventually become MIT. :baby-matt:

Currently writing stories/a novel maybe about a medieval fantasy world that got advanced technology overnight by reverse engineering ancient elven magitek. It focuses on the ragtag crew of a levitating airship doing various shenanigans. Crew includes the nervous bug lady who fixes the ship and the human comms officer she falls in love with; then his big brother the helmsman, the old goblin captain and his goblin/orc first mate, who’s almost a surrogate daughter. Orc chef war vet, dwarf bosun with an undead arm graft running from old debts, bat lady doctor who used to be a spy round out the rest. First story has the bug lady fixing the ship after a pirate attack and the old artificer’s death from an aneurysm afterwards. They’re smuggling anti-ship weapons (lightning cannons) to the local lizardfolk of the jungle continent that’s being colonized, so they can fight off pirate raids and such. I’m procrastinating like hell on writing it.

I play entirely too many video games and smoke too much weed, or sometimes exactly the right amount of weed. I love to cook and I read a lot of books in various genres but mostly stick to horror, sci-fi, and fantasy for fiction.