Purveyor of fine Internet doodads and whirligigs.
I've been building dumb things and great things on the internet since 1997, and if I'm not creating something, I feel restless and useless. There's nothing quite like looking upon your own handiwork and marveling at the notion that it even exists.
Developing for the web is amazing because there are so few barriers to entry. You can make a website with a text editor and an FTP client. People can access it with a mere click. It's right there, behind a cursory Googling or a sassy domain name. Anything you can think of, for all the world to see.
I've always been fascinated by Rube Goldberg machines—the way a million disparate things fall together in an endless cacophony of clicks and whirrs. When I develop software, I'm always focused on hiding that machinery and providing a UI that directs and responds to a visitor in the most intuitive possible way. But I like knowing that it's there.
Nintendo has produced some of my favorite interfaces, with an enormous focus on cultivating a sense of serenity and confidence in your actions. If I can build something that feels even a fraction as solid and responsive as their work, I'll consider myself successful.
I lived in Hawaii for a year and a half after college, and every Chicago winter makes me question why I ever left.
I have a rudimentary understanding of Japanese, after I minored in it in college with progressively descending grades. I...I get the gist. I can read hiragana and katakana! Mostly. Say something; I'll know a couple of those words, I bet.
I've written for, programmed for, designed, managed, and/or owned a Nintendo fansite for literally 100% of the time I've spent making websites. From the Raptor's Den, a labor-of-love, velociraptor-themed N64 site, to the glory days of N-Sider and my four trips to E3, it's been my primary creative outlet for as long as I can remember. These days, I'm trying to find the best way to stay engaged without it feeling like a burden. I've got a few ideas!
Is it terrible if I choose something as basic as popcorn?
“Wow, Cory, do you want some of this filet mig...oh, oh you...this bag has been open for like four days alrea...oh okay, well, here you go."