Did you just come here to see if I owned the domain of my name?

Well, I do.

Nothing in the world currently links to this, so if you get here you must know who I am. Maybe you're some long-lost person that I met in Malaysia or whatever. That would be awesome. You should mail me.

Update!

Although I just noticed that, despite this site not being linked to by anyone, Google somehow indexes it anyway, such that if you google my name, this site will come up. How disappointing; it means that the location is not secret in the way I had anticipated when I created it. Now any dill hole can stumble inside and start knocking shit over and tracking mud on the floor. Bleh.

I had a bunch of stuff on how you could get in contact with me if you wanted to, but Google has seen to all that, too. It's clear than anyone who wants to contact me can do so without any explicit help on my part. So I'll delete all that stuff. ... There. It's gone.

I keep intending to do something cool with this site, and I keep not doing it. This is not unusual when viewed in light of everything else I'm always not doing. An obvious but little-known truth is that, if you want to predict your future behavior, you should examine your past behavior. This is a horrific thought, which I will not discuss now; but it does suggest that you shouldn't expect more from me than what you're already getting. If you find this objectionable, feel free to drop me a line and we can try to work something out.