Family man, native east Texan (though now around Big D), writer, software guy, dog-lover (but not in a weird way), cat-thumper (when no one is looking), gardener, idea guy. Bad back since age 18. Cheap. Laughs at own jokes. Loves oysters. Father of girls — one almost out of nest, another with autism and boundless energy.
If you’re a technical type and like reading technical type stuff that is both technical and not at all funny, see my tech blog at tech.mattusey.com. No, there are no robots over there.