Harry Handelbar
Pascal’s Triangle: born of Christmas lights, weaponized with virgins, and revered by software engineers. This irreverent history...
Harry Handelbar
Harry is a satirist in remission who now moonlights as a metaphysical desk jockey. He specialises in cosmic admin, recursive nonsense, and the occasional algorithmic incident report. One poem he wrote still hasn’t stopped, and several readers claim it whispers back during thunderstorms.
Larry Norman was the original rebel poet of rock and roll theology. He was a wild-haired troubadour...
Elvis logged in, the stack trace cried. Welcome to Heartbreak Hotel — now running on Java 1.8...
A surreal riff on missing cars, stolen goods, and spellcheck tyranny. This post explores mediocrity, semantics, and...
Looking for a guide on how to write a self-help book? This is a playful manual for...
Are you tired of whimpering – of performing the soft little tragedy where you get to be...
Two brothers. One rune pickhead. Infinite arguments over loot priority and the meaning of “ooka long bang...
Suppose a single drop of rain falls from a cloud base of height of H km. That...
A soft manifesto for the performative age. Know yourself, but not too well. Love, but keep it...
A comedic remix of Java humor and lyrical code parody — weaving beginner satire, song structure in...
