In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
—THE HOBBIT, J.R.R. TOLKIEN

This website is my hole in the ground. Hand-coded in html and css, it is my refuge from a sterile and malicious internet, and I invite you inside. Please make yourself at home and stay as long as you like!

On this website, I will journal and blog about