A wooden hut on a Toronto sidewalk, a pile of hardware that was never meant to work together, and 4,000 strangers looking for love. My first real piece of hardware.

Two guys, one rented Prius, three weeks, and roughly 5,000 kilometres, all to go look at a tree. We made a film about it.

We drove a 1997 GMC Sierra to Winnipeg to pick up a fridge. We never got the fridge, flew home with a floor jack in a suitcase, and somehow I made money on the whole thing.

I talked to over a hundred investors, froze on stage in front of a room full of them, and walked away with offers on the table. Here's why I didn't take the money.

We paid $2,000 for a booth in Dallas with two weeks to pull it off. Nineteen paying customers came out of it.

I was terrified of dev-ops so I built an on-prem server from scratch and learned more about networking in a week than I did in six years of building software.