The Webmaster, Ryan
Brief (Largely Irrelevant) Biographical Information
I was born February 2nd (Groundhog's Day) 1983 in Indianapolis, Indiana into a lower middle-class family. I've always had this nagging drive to create something - when I was younger I drew constantly, and was, in my slightly biased opinion, pretty good too. Drawing was my "thing" until I took an elective class at my elementary school on website design. The requrements were something ludicrous like creating a web page with two images (one of the ones I used was the Infamous 3-D Rotating Wireframe Skull) a list, three links, a background image, a horizontal rule and a mailto link. It was horrible, but I was hooked.
So hooked, in fact, that I would work dilligently on my crappy, ugly website at my friend and cousin's houses (my family didn't have a computer) and upload them to Tripod at the public library. Things really took off when my youthful defiance of authority got me kicked out of my Catholic high school early in my sophomore year, for the refunded tuition money went to buying a computer - a junk Compaq Presario, but one nonetheless. I used every proprietary tag, played with every JavaScript doo-dad and made a full tour off all the free web servers back in the dot com boom.
More important than that though, I met Jade on my Compaq. Somewhere between being aquaintances and falling in love, she showed me some of her poetry and I offered to make her a website. I had no idea how quickly it would sprawl out of control. The sheer amount of writing she produced caused me to, by degrees, become better and better at creating websites. Eventually I picked up PHP, purchased a domain name and paid for some web hosting. Five years later, here I am, living with her, writing this.
Randomly Selected Interests
I've always had an affinity for Oldsmobiles. For the uninitiated to the American muscle car world, there are three basic types of people, Ford people, Dodge (or Chrysler, Plymouth) and Chevy people. Everyone else is a misfit - and frankly I prefer being in the minority.
Three of the four cars I've owned have been Oldsmobiles: a '76 Delta 88, an '85 Delta 88 and I'm currently driving an '83 Hurst/Olds which I'm afraid I'm in love with. Clearly our identical model years are no coincidence. [ Skip To Navigation Links ]