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.


My pronouns are they/them, but I’m used to he/him. I can even take she/her in stride, but I prefer not to.

I have my reasons for preferring the singular they. I may explain them elsewhere.