About me
It turns out, I’m just a HotdogđźŚ
When it comes to my role as an IT Admin and Telecom conjurer, I’ve been labeled many things. Warlock, Hacker, even “Underpaid Genius” once! But IMHO, that’s pushing it a tad too far. If I’m being real, I’d say I’m a cunning Social Engineer, a passable Systems Admin, and a novice coder. Toss that whole circus into my bag of tricks, and you’d swear I’m conjuring telepathic ferrets left and right.
Since hotdogs are basically just puree’d meat stuffed inside an animal intestine, a hotdog doesn’t stop being a hotdog even after we eat it, we just become the new hotdog casings and that makes us (in a way) hotdogs as well
– St Thomas Aquinas
Blog Posts
The posts at Hotdog Technology serve as a raucous vault for my personal and professional capers (some weirder than others). They include Hotdog Technology itself, plus “Hazard Pay: The Unofficial Factory Floor Survival Guide For Minors.” So gear up for this cosmic carnival—a wiener-fueled odyssey that’s been twirling since the dawn of existence—barreling headlong into Early 2024. Grab your buns, clutch your mustard packets, and welcome to the gloriously outrageous universe of Hotdog Technology, where madness meets innovation in a deliciously bizarre way!
Social Media
In the delirious swirl of December 2024, I’m practically invisible on social media—like a lost hotdog drifting through a cosmic vending machine, squeaking with existential relish, while orbiting a neon mustard star. Nevertheless, I’ve been meticulously tinkering (solo) behind the scenes to prep for the neon spectacle that is the coming year. YouTube channels, Twitter accounts, Facebook pages, and whichever oddball platforms amuse me are all set to debut in early 2025. Stay tuned for the magnificently galactic carnival that is Hotdog Technology.
Why Hotdog Technology?
My Story
What is Hotdog Technology and how did it get started?
Picture a pushcart parked along Central Avenue between 7th and 8th, some 35 years ago. My Uncle Arturo reigned supreme there, hollering at passersby to sample what he swore were the greatest hot dogs in the Milky Way—and I wasn’t about to argue. He lived by three principles: grind-your-knuckles hard work, borderline fanatical dedication, and refusing to serve anything but the most glorious frankfurters ever graced by mustard. Sure, he got a little pushy, but hey, it’s showbiz.
Before I even hit puberty, my dad (the resident bigwig in our family) decided the best way to mold my character was to dump me into Uncle Art’s wiener wonderland every summer from 1986 to 1989. It was grueling work—think sweat, ketchup stains, and the clamor of L.A. traffic. But the payoff? I got to devour a couple of the finest dogs west of the Rockies on a near-daily basis.
Flash forward a few years, and I found myself at my dad’s paint manufacturing plant, learning Systems Admin so I could set up my stepmom’s home workstation—mostly to grant the rest of us a small, merciful break from her watchful eye. Naturally, these experiences started rattling around in my head, especially during my graveyard shift as a security guard at a small L.A. hospital (yes, that’s my life now). Then one day, a neon-lit idea practically tap-danced across my brain: Hotdog Technology.
Hotdog Technology is basically my grand bazaar of personal and professional projects, questionable experiments, and a dash of how I guide unsuspecting friends and family through the wild frontiers of emerging markets and tech. Think of it as the ongoing legacy of Uncle Art’s hot dogs—only now, we’re slinging bytes and blockchain insights instead of sauerkraut-topped sausages. Bon appétit!