Oh. You actually came.

Goggles. A suit. A banana cane. I've been told the look is a lot — but here you are anyway, which tells me everything I need to know about you.

Twelve games that'll keep you up past the hour you promised yourself you'd stop. A map that lets you peer into any U.S. city — neighborhoods, schools, what's buried underneath, who's packed in tight. A PDF editor that handles your files the way a secret should be handled: locally, quietly, leaving nothing behind. The same chess engine, built from the ground up nine times over in nine different languages, just to feel the difference. An app that speaks to a hospital's real records the way it's actually meant to be done, and another that plans a meal around the thing your body won't forgive you for eating. Art made by hand, music composed in stolen hours, stories written for the pleasure of it. An anonymous email service. A forum. A guestbook with your name waiting in it.

If ninety seconds is all you've got, the highlights are right here. If you want the person behind the goggles, there's a résumé for that too — or just email me.

It keeps growing. I can't seem to stop.

I'd say don't get too comfortable — but honestly, I hope you do.

— ZYXXYZ