Pete Little is a fifty-something six-foot-tall ape descendant currently residing on a small blue-green planet in the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the galaxy.
Armed with a mathematics degree and more than 30 years in software design, he has finally mastered the art of putting his shoes on the correct feet approximately 75% of the time.
An amateur thinker and professional dreamer, Pete occasionally suffers from thoughts threatening to exceed the safe operating capacity of his cranium. Rather than risk catastrophic cerebral leakage, he writes them down here instead. Less “stream of consciousness” and more “loosely connected puddles of observations, ideas and random musings”.
This blog is a mixture of essays, observations, neurodiversity-related thoughts, technology discussions, life updates and wandering trains of thought that probably should have remained internal but escaped unsupervised.
When he’s not writing, Pete collects collections. So far these include an unfashionable number of cravats, a puzzling quantity of Rubik’s Cubes, an incalculable number of slide rules, an unwatchable number of DVDs and Blu-rays, and a distinctly Discworldian library of books (minus the orangutan).
His motto is:
“Grow older, but never grow up.”
He firmly believes most serious subjects can survive a little irreverence, occasional sarcasm and the odd terrible joke. Expect humour in inappropriate places, silliness where it probably doesn’t belong, and serious topics occasionally smuggled in disguised as rambling nonsense.
If nothing else, this place serves as proof that the human brain is perfectly capable of simultaneously appreciating mathematics, absurdity, neurodiversity, cravats, software architecture and entirely unnecessary collections of obsolete calculating devices.
Pull up a chair, have a wander, and try not to trip over the slide rules. Kind, curious and similarly odd people are always welcome so make yourself at home and remember to wipe your feet on the way out.