Proiti

Body pillow hugger, Miley Cyrus superfan, casual misandrist, hopeful romantic, part – time book hoarder, full – time overthinker, obnoxious older sibling, wilful web-wanderer, poetry snob, occasional cloud-chaser, constant screen-gazer, anti-capitalist lover of all things material and ardent hater of writing bios.


Nikita

If I could, I’d spend my days chilling with my grumpy dog while I read articles online. Whoever came up with hyperlinks knew what they were doing! Every Internet rabbit hole is a friend. Alice would be so proud!! Everything from movies to series to books to comics consumes me. And then I write about it all, because how can I not? People think I’m a bit of a know-it-all, and they’re right. Intelligent folk call me intelligent all the time. Who am I to question them? When it comes to Shah Rukh Khan and his movies, though, I leave intelligence, reason and logic behind and give myself permission to melt into his dimples.


Ria

Yoga-doing human whose weaknesses include an inability to say no to chai and the urge to indulge in a new hobby every other month. Happier on the road than in one place. But travel isn’t always possible, so the Internet will do instead.


Dolly

My love affair with the Internet began with the Internet in India. I worked at India’s very first Internet company way back in the days when websites were published by first loading them onto floppy disks. And the original 8-inch disks at that. From the flashy (but always classy) “websites” I made on Geocities to the friends I made on IRC to watching Google take baby steps to today, I’ve been around every crevice of the Internet. Even the dark web, though in the ’90s, all web was the dark web. So yeah, I know a thing or two about obscure, and I’m as jaded as they come. My posts are my bookmarks folder.


Karina

Of these things, I am sure:
Eddie is the love of my life.
Alice is my spirit animal.
David gives me joy.
Everything is better in Japan
Social media is Satan’s butthole.
The Internet is my happy place.
We’re only as strong as our weakest link.
I write about things I can’t not write about.

It’s a good life, and I get to share it with my little girl, the delicious weirdo who helped make her and our two cats, Bottle and Huckleberry. Some day I’ll write about my cats.