Matthew’s Website
a face made for radio, a voice made for print

This Is My Personal Website
“Build Your Own Platform,” They Said, So I Did

Hi. I’m Matthew Graybosch, originally of Bay Shore, NY. Welcome to my digital garden. If you want updates, bookmark this page and visit every once in a while — or subscribe to the feed.

My pronouns are they/them, but I’m OK with he/him as well.

Any opinions are mine unless otherwise attributed. I don’t represent my employers or their clients.

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photo of the author by Catherine Gatt

I’m a New Yorker in exile, a Gen X slacker, a college dropout, a long-haired metalhead, a science fantasy author, and a techie. At my day job I’m a self-taught software developer, sysadmin, and database administrator. I can do a little of everything, and I do back-end programming particularly well.

I’m not a polymath, though. I’m just a working-class schmuck with delusions of erudition who got hit hard enough with the autism stick to complicate my life, but not quite hard enough to get diagnosed as a kid in the 1980s.

I’m also the author of a few novels and short stories, including Without Bloodshed, Silent Clarion, “The Milgram Battery”, and “Limited Liability”. If you like Michael Moorcock, Roger Zelazny, C. J. Cherryh, Brian Lumley, and C. L. Moore you might like my stuff. Likewise if you played Final Fantasy or Shin Megami Tensei, or listen to 70s and 80s prog rock and heavy metal. They’re out of print because the publisher went out of business, but you can read them on my other website at

When I’m online I let my hair down and throw aside the masks I wear to get along in a society that wasn’t made for neurodiverse men like me who don’t quite conform to their gender role. I’m not for everybody. That used to bother me, but I’ve gotten more comfortable with it over time. I tend to be bitter, cynical, and often sarcastic. I’m not fun at parties; I’m the designated driver.

Privacy Policy

I don’t collect any data. There are no analytics or cookies. This site doesn’t even use JavaScript or advanced HTML5 features like canvas or local storage. However, you should be aware that my host logs visitors by IP address, browser, operating system, and pages visited.

Advertising Policy

There is no advertising here. This is a personal website, not a billboard, and I run it at my own expense since I have a day job.

Contact Info

If you want to get in touch, please email

Parasocial Media

If you use twtxt, you’re welcome to follow me.

Recent Posts

Here are some recent posts. They might suck hard enough to emit Hawking radiation, but you get what you pay for.

Re: Thoughts on Silly Hats

The operator of has an interesting post about silly hats today.

Literature Ain’t Burger King

The story I wanted to read wasn’t getting written. If somebody had written it, it had not been published. If it had been published, nobody thought to tell me about it. Who would I have asked, anyway? An underpaid and overworked bookstore clerk or librarian with more pressing concerns than my dissatisfaction with the selection?

Mail from SEO Spammers

I hate getting email from SEO spammers, but it’s a self-inflicted First World problem. This is what I get for having a website in the first place. They’re just trying to make a living, after all. Nevertheless, I don’t feel obligated to refrain from playing with them a little. I’ll be documenting amusing or egregious examples here.


I used to get these a lot.

Why does a nobody like you have a website?
I built it myself.
Is it hard to build a website?
I don’t think so. Email me if you want help.
Why aren’t you on social media?
I’m not into parasocial relationships.
What’s your position on ${ISSUE}?
If I have something to say about a particular issue, I’ll write about it on my website. If I haven’t, it’s probably because I have yet to do the necessary work to have an opinion for various reasons.
Why aren’t you on YouTube?
I have a face made for podcasting.
Why don’t you have a podcast?
I have a voice made for print.
I want to sign up for your newsletter.
I’d have to start one first, and I can’t be bothered.
How can I support you?
Thanks, but that’s what day jobs are for.
Don’t you want to quit your day job?
Not at the expense of monetizing my joy.
What if I buy your book on Amazon?
I’d rather you didn’t since I won’t get paid, but I can’t stop you.
What if I think your writing sucks?
Then you got what you paid for.
Do you have a personal relationship with Jesus?
He built my hotrod.
Who are you, really?
I’m the final boss of the internet, and this isn’t even my true form.
Are you serious?
Of course not. This is the internet; it’s no place for serious business.
Is this the end of your website?
It is for now. Thanks for visiting. Come again soon.