I was just kind of aimlessly scrolling around making sure things worked right after having to restore from a mangled updated and I realized that this blog has been up for five years now. The first post I made was in September of 2010, and since then I have managed a whopping 102 posts over the course of those five years. Doing some napkin math that works out to about one post every 17 days if things were spaced out evenly, though I suspect its anything but. Kind of surprising to think that 5 years have passed since I puzzled together how to slap WordPress up onto a Digital Ocean droplet and start spouting off my random stupid thoughts. Most days I don’t even think about the blog, hell most days I try not to think at all if I can help it.
It is however amazing to think that I have this little slice of the internet to myself to use as a personal soap box and sometimes portfolio of my various attempts at programming something interesting or useful. Back in the day it was an Angelfire website I posted Duke Nukem 3d maps to which then evolved into teenage angst on Tripod as I learned a little more about things like HTML and CSS while perpetrating absolutely horrifying graphic laden designs that have thankfully been forgotten for the most part. Along the way I have managed to learn a few things, like how to fill my basement with loud computers that sometimes do what I tell them and give me a place to try out things that might otherwise bring down actual production systems at work. I can safely say that I can write terrible code in PHP and Python both, and I bet I could make some awesomely inefficient shit in Go given enough Wild Turkey. I can sometimes understand the difference between DELETE and SELECT when writing MySQL queries and I understand that Salt not only makes my heart die a little bit but also lets me ruin multiple VMs at once in my lab.
So I guess maybe I have learned a few things over the past few years, but most days it sure doesn’t feel like it; I’ve been told that is a sign of actual wisdom but I’m not convinced just yet. Its far more likely that I am just a very clever impostor who has somehow wormed his way up from renting movies in a dying video store to being allowed to assume the mantle of Technical Support Engineer and get paid far more than my pathetic knowledge and lack of skill is really worth. Most of the time I feel tired, confused and quite often way more stressed than a single 32 year old male with no kids or pets should be, and unfortunately I don’t think that is going to ever change no matter how much money I make or fancy titles I get.