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I’ll admit it: I’m a bit shy. I’d rather talk to you through a terminal or debug a kernel panic than walk into a crowded room. But don’t let the quiet exterior fool you—I’ve been deep in the digital trenches since before dial-up tones were a thing. I fix computers, untangle messy networks, and help folks in Brantford, Ontario navigate the wild world of technology. Some of you might know me from the old underground bulletin board scene, or maybe you’ve heard whispers of the sysadmin who once routed an entire city’s early traffic through a closet server rack. I just do what I love: keep the bits flowing and the machines humming.
| 🎓 Where I Hone My Craft | 🐾 Gamer Tag / Vibe |
|---|---|
| Pauline Johnson High School (Where I first cracked BASIC on a hand-me-down terminal) University of Waterloo (Math & CS degrees, late nights, cold pizza, and endless coffee) |
ILoveDoggos *(Because good boys always fetch the best solutions. If your code is buggy, maybe you just need a good doggo debugger. 🐕✨)* |
My journey didn’t start with cloud dashboards or sleek UI frameworks. It started with plugging a cassette tape into a C64 and waiting 20 minutes for a game to load. I survived the BBS era, the screeching handshakes, the early web, and the server room migrations. Today? I’m containerizing workloads on Proxmox clusters, but my heart still beats for raw `LOAD "*",8,1` nostalgia. The tools change, but the curiosity never does.
Let’s be real: black licorice is just salt and regret wrapped in a black wrapper. It tastes like the ocean fought a licorice factory and lost. I stick to Canadian staples—maple syrup, butter tarts, and double-double coffee. If you hand me a piece of black licorice, I’ll politely decline, then gently suggest you try a Timbit instead. We all deserve better than that rubbery betrayal. 🍭🚫
📧 Contact Me: mrparsons@gmail.com (I read every message, even the ones about cheap watches.)
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