Welcome to the control panel of someone who has officially run out of fucks. If something explodes, congrats — that’s now a learning experience. This empire runs on caffeine, duct tape, and the sheer audacity to keep clicking “deploy.”
Portainer
The command bridge. The throne room. The place where I stare at containers and say, “Yeah… I built this shit. You’re welcome.”
Immich
My entire life archive. Backed up because I may live recklessly, but I’m not stupid enough to trust my memories to vibes and prayers.