I have been documenting my slow, deliberate unraveling on the internet for over a quarter of a century. It began in the lawless utopia of Geocities (RIP), followed by an angsty phase on LiveJournal, and plenty of iterations of standalone websites on a variety of Lynk-flavored domains.
There has been no consistency, no rhyme or reason, and a lot of plans left abandoned.
About Christopher Lynk
My name is Lynk. I'm an accordionist, a cartoonist, a writer, and an observer of things. I'm also a retro gamer, an artist, a puppeteer, a closet theater kid, an inspired cult leader, a socialist, a game designer, a digital hoarder, a uker... I've multi-classed to the point of being useless in most parties. Oh yeah I'm also a GM.
Fueled by ADHD and almost certainly on the autism spectrum, I have a passion for a great many things, and a chronic displeasure for everything else. My brain is less a functioning organ and more an elaborate, high-speed mental playground designed to process my daily exasperation.
I'm technically a Lord, as well as a Doctor of Pastoral Music (or something dumb like that). Either way, I can officiate weddings and I have the same medicinal power-level as a chiropractor. Professionally, I'm the world's greatest web marketer solely for my genuine contrition for holding the position (I cover my face and weep as I share decades of tactical expertise to people who seek my advice and then choose to ignore it). I carry this burden, among others, with the solemn gravity of a sociologist observing a collapsing empire
I am probably the most attractive man in the room and the only goddamn voice of reason. This is not a theatrical declaration of ego. It is simply a tragic, deadpan indictment of the rooms I'm placed in.
This blog is my thankless mission against the rigid, exhausting expectations of society. Welcome to the sinking ship of whimsy. Please, make yourself comfortable as we laugh at the inevitable unraveling of physics as we experience the heat death of the Universe.