Steve Jobs was still kicking around when I got my first iPhone. Then the bastard croaked right when I scraped together enough cash for a shiny new MacBook Pro. A couple of years went by.
I got sick of flinging birds at pigs, figured there had to be more to life, so I decided, what the hell, I'll become an iOS developer. Did the usual crap—bought an account, skimmed through some dull docs, fired up Xcode, and punched out a half-assed "Hello World."
Name's Asylbek Isatayev. I’ll be tossing up my work, thoughts, and whatever else I stumble into. Hey, everybody.