Author: Ronald Morgan

I was elbow-deep in soldering iron smoke last Tuesday, trying to calibrate the flight controller on my latest custom drone, when I realized my own...

I was standing in my bathroom last Tuesday, staring at a jagged, moldy strip of old silicone that looked less like a seal and more...

Ever had that sudden, cold spike of dread when you realize you’ve used the same password for your banking, your email, and that random pizza...

Ever sat staring at a blinking cursor, feeling like you’re trying to program a sentient AI when you’re actually just trying to describe yourself? We’ve...

I was standing on a freezing street corner in Montreal last November, clutching a lukewarm coffee and staring at a digital map that seemed to...

Ever feel like your weekend just pulled a disappearing act, like a glitch in the matrix that leaves you staring at Monday morning before you’ve...

The other night, I was hunched over my workbench, mid-solder on a new custom drone frame, when I realized I hadn’t spoken a single word...

Ever feel like your social calendar is running on a legacy OS that just can’t handle the latest updates? I was sitting at my workbench...

I still remember the late nights during my undergrad at UW, hunched over a glowing monitor like a character in a low-budget cyberpunk flick, feeling...

I was hunched over my workbench last night, trying to calibrate the optical sensors on my latest custom drone, when I realized I hadn’t actually...