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Hey there. I’m Elias, and this is ctrlaltread, my little chaos console for all things books, fandom, and stories that hit like a plot twist at 2AM.

This blog is part journal, part fandom flail, part book tracker, and 100% unfiltered nerd joy.

If it’s got secret codes, ancient artifacts, wormholes, time travel, or intergalactic diplomacy, I’m all in. You’ll find me spiraling over conspiracy thrillers, yelling about old sci-fi shows, and occasionally disappearing into video games for “research” (read: side quests and cutscene emotions).

What you’ll find here:

📚 Mini reviews & reading reactions 🌀 Fandom deep dives, starter packs & memory posts 🎮 Book/game chatter and crossover thoughts 💥 Rants, raves, and ridiculous theories ✨ Frequent screaming about Doctor Who, Stargate, Trek, Star Wars, and the general nonsense of ancient civilizations hiding USB drives

Stuff I love:

Dan Brown, Matthew Reilly, Tolkien, classic and chaotic sci-fi

Stories that spiral, worlds that expand, and lore I can lose sleep over

Game time that's equal parts puzzle-solving, exploration, and panic

Talking about fandom like it's a historical artifact

This space is casual, slightly unhinged, and built for fellow readers, fandom nerds, and lore goblins. Pull up a chair, say hi, drop a rec, or just lurk and vibe - I’m glad you’re here.

“We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one.” – The Eleventh Doctor

3yo was out cold on the couch by 6:30 — carried her to bed like a sleepy loot drop.

5yo did bedtime without a single side quest or boss battle. Even brushed his teeth without rolling for resistance.

And 7yo? Just casually started putting herself to bed while I was mid-story with her brother.

Is... is this what a peaceful evening feels like? Have we levelled up??

Also me, watching one of my kids absolutely press the giant red button right after I said “don’t touch that.”

Somewhere between Starfleet command and soft chaos parenting lies Picard’s eternal facepalm.

🖖✨ Sci-fi rule #47: if it glows, hums, or recites ancient prophecy—maybe just leave it alone.

She’s now doing laps around the living room like a caffeinated otter.

Alien deathmatch. In a library. With spiral staircases, interdimensional weirdness, and a guy who just wanted to hang out with his kid.