I make things for the internet I grew up on.
The one with forums, LimeWire, and strangers typing out song lyrics for each other at three in the morning. Some of what I made became companies. The rest had more sense.
Work
Some became companies.
Which is what happens when a hobby starts answering emails.
Experiments
The rest had more sense.
Twelve small machines, each built because I liked something far too much. Press one: the machine is at the top of the page, and the story of how it happened is underneath.
Likes
The raw material.
Everything here is something I like. The coloured ones grew up into projects. The rest are waiting their turn, some more patiently than others.