Pleased To Meet You…

…glad you Googled my name.

I assume that you’ve come here seeking a little information on Jeffrey L. Wilson. Unfortunately, there are a lot of Jeffrey L. Wilsons on the Web, so I hope that I can help you learn about this one.

Let’s start from the top: I’m a New York City-based gentleman/rabble-rouser with a penchant for good debate and stylish caps. Oh, I’m also a Senior Software Analyst at PCMag, a classic tech publication that pays me to write about video games, mobile apps, Web hosting services, and a bunch of stuff you may or may not care about.

In my decade-long tech career, I’ve covered CES, E3, Macworld, New York Comic Con, PAX East, Special Edition: NYC, WonderCon, and other nerd-events because, well, I’m a big ol’ geek. I’ve also appeared on TV, panels, and podcasts to discuss the intersection of tech and culture. Oh, I’ve created a convention panel or two.

I was a geek before I recognized that I was a geek. I built model airplanes, robots, and even attempted to construct a rudimentary computer from a metal Band-Aid case and rubber bands. Hey, I was six years old and didn’t have a functional understanding of technology. According to the lovely, wise internet denizens, I still don’t.

Still, my love for all things shiny and digital—despite such obvious technological shortcomings—led to jobs penning gadget- and video game-related nerd-copy for 1UP, E-Gear, Game Theory with Scott Steinberg, LaptopParenting, PC Magazine, Sync, Wise Bread, and WWE. I’ve written non-tech words for LifeStyler and The Cask, too. I created and ran 2D-X, a video game and geek culture site, for five years. It was one of my proudest stretches. Check out my selected writing samples if you want to see my skills.

When I’m not nerding out, you can find me at a bar sampling craft beer, listening to music, blabbing about this or that on social media networks, or creating neo-noir comic book scripts. Okay, that last one’s a little nerdy.

I’m a Brooklyn College graduate with a B.A. in English Literature. But I wasn’t cool enough to play the steps in front of Boylan Hall.