Hello Li Hua,
You can call me A. A. Chips (or just A. A. if you’re in a hurry).
Here’s the deal: I might become your favorite parasocial weirdo—the logical family member you never knew you needed. Or, depending on who’s asking, I’m the villain of someone else’s story. I’m at peace with either. You get to decide.
I owe you an apology. When your letters arrived in grade school, I mistook them for homework (and let’s be real—most of us don’t do our homework). Later, as an adult, I assumed they were tax threats or spam. (Who actually checks their mail? It’s a minefield of dread.) But here we are. Better late than never, right? What am I talking about?
This website is my way of handing you a USB drive stuffed with my brain. Corporations want my data for their gross little algorithms. They only care about one thing, and it's disgusting.. but you — you get the raw, unfiltered archive. No middlemen.
A friend once told me:
"Sometimes you have to make peace with being the villain in someone else’s story. You don’t get to dictate their narrative—even if you’d rewrite it differently."
Turns out, that’s freeing. Some people need to paint you as the bad guy so they don’t have to face their own shit. That’s their business.
Money talk (awkward, but necessary): If anything here ruins your day in a _delightful_ way, consider tossing a coin to your witcher via the 'Support' button. It fuels my work and lets me pay it forward. (Ko-Fi link for the curious.)
⚠️ Caution: Believe whatever you want about me. I won’t chase you. But physics? Physics doesn’t forgive bad data. Tread lightly.
Navigate this maze however you like: