I write like this is my 2000-era Livejournal account.
I am a semiconductor photolithography plant beat reporter. I can usually be found standing outside TSMC and Intel’s fabrication plants in Arizona and New Mexico in the sweltering sun, in a long sleeve collared shirt with a voice recorder requesting quotes from Taiwanese and American plant managers, who usually decline comment but sometimes can be heard grumbling about Americans' inability to work 16 hour shifts as they swipe their IDs each morning.
I am not any kind of famous journalist. Even if I was, you probably wouldn’t want to be covered by me because I mainly enjoy writing articles that chews someone out.
In another hat, I enjoy cartoons (the panel below is not mine).
Me in a nutshell.
In another hat, I am a thinker.
If that looks bleak, it’s more roasted (bitter)
I’ve evolved somewhat into a Satire Scene Investigator (SSI).
I show up whenever a roast happens. To trace the events of the scene chronologically. Since it happened in the past, it is often possible to triangulate much of the intent to a precipice. Interested in both Major Roasts and petty roasts, but often only stay on as an a la carte consultant. With a world full of filter bubbles, local and state investigators sometimes need an eccentric outsider to examine the scene.
I recently got into Monk, and I think he's sufficiently eccentric to aspire to local excellence:
I do pattern recognition too.
https://hatonthecat.github.io/SamplePage/
Going against the grain isn’t being a rebel without a cause. It’s understanding what makes people go with the grain.
When life gives you lemons, I accept them as God intended. People who go with the grain have this unusual urge to make lemonade. What gives? Who is more of a lemon rebel? The one who accepts the lemon as is, or the one who copies everyone else with a trite quote?
