I built a media server empire spanning four NAS units and a dedicated Emby setup. My family mostly watches the same twelve things on repeat.

The industry spent twenty years building a mythology around who belongs in technology. Most of it was never true, and the parts that were true stopped being true a long time ago.

Self-hosting a blog on your own hardware sounds like the power move. And it is. But nobody tells you what you’re signing up for when the glamour wears off.

There’s a short list of tools I’d trust with my life, and a longer list of tools I reach for without thinking. The gap between those two lists is where most of my real opinions live.

At 55, I’ve made peace with being a guy who doesn’t fit cleanly into any category the internet has invented for people like me. That peace took longer than it should have.

Flash, our Miniature Dachshund, lived 16 years in this house and left a hole that doesn’t make sense on paper. This is an honest account of what that actually means.

Any tech company that makes exporting your own data difficult, confusing, or impossible is telling you something important about how they see you. Listen to them.

I don’t use hostnames like SERVER01 or DESKTOP-A4F2C. Every machine on my network has a real name, a personality, and a reason it got that name. Here’s the system behind it.

After a long break from the gym, I’m back under the bar at 55 — and the thing that surprised me most wasn’t how much strength I’d lost. It was how honest the whole process is.

People hear “rural Georgia” and picture a guy fixing printers. The reality is a lot more complicated, and the gap between assumption and truth says more about the tech industry than it does about small towns.