## About Me

My name is Andrew Wooldridge. I’m a webdev at eBay who loves all things JavaScript. I’m also a growing fan of the Godot game engine and Rust. I’m a husband and father.

You can reach me via email at triptych (at gmail dot com). Or you can find me on Twitter @triptych .

(Thanks to this article for the inspiration for this site)

This website is generated by Hugo.

## Flake it till you make it

### Excerpt from Soulshaping by Jeff Brown

Under what circumstances should we step off a path? When is it essential that we finish what we start? If I bought a bag of peanuts and had an allergic reaction, no one would fault me if I threw it out. If I ended a relationship with a woman who hit me, no one would say that I had a commitment problem. But if I walk away from a seemingly secure route because my soul has other ideas, I am a flake? [Read More]

## Test markdown

### Each post also has a subtitle

You can write regular markdown here and Jekyll will automatically convert it to a nice webpage. I strongly encourage you to take 5 minutes to learn how to write in markdown - it’ll teach you how to transform regular text into bold/italics/headings/tables/etc. Here is some bold text Here is a secondary heading Here’s a useless table: Number Next number Previous number Five Six Four Ten Eleven Nine Seven Eight Six Two Three One How about a yummy crepe? [Read More]

## To be

### ... or not to be?

To be, or not to be–that is the question: Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep– No more–and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep– To sleep–perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. [Read More]

## Dear diary

What is it with that Mary girl? Dragging me to school every day. As if I had a choice. What you don’t hear in those nursery rhymes is that she starves me if I don’t go to school with her; it’s the only way I can stay alive! I’m thinking about being adopted by Little Bo Peep, sure I may get lost, but anything is better than being with Mary and those little brats at school (shudder, shudder). [Read More]