Authors

Braden King (a.k.a. Griffin Studios)

Braden King

My name is Braden King. I am a graduate from Rhodes University in Grahamstown, South Africa. I first developed the passion for computer when I was 6, having played Warcraft. I decided then and there that computer programming / game programming would be my career of choice. I have stuck true to that promise graduating with a BSc (Information Systems).

During the courses provided at Rhodes University, we had a small module on website development. This really caught my attention and before long, I was developing small website for friends. Static websites however, only help me for so much. I wanted more out of website development. I then delved deep into the realms of PHP and have not looked back.

As my skills in both the coding and graphic aspects of website design improved, I decided it would be a good idea to offer my services to the general public, and so launched Griffin Studios on the 21st of February 2009. Being based in Grahamstown, the client base is rather small and therefore my portfolio was not growing as I would like. I therefore invested a lot of effort into Griffin Studios, developing my design and programming knowledge. With every year comes great progress.

I am currently based in Mombasa, Kenya. The move forced me to re-evaluate Griffin Studios strengths and weaknesses. Griffin Studios has now become an organized “International Company” accepting clients from anywhere in the world. Web Software Development which entails the construction of application systems specifically tailored to a company’s needs has been added to the list of services offered.

So, in the words of Buzz Lightyear, “To Infinity.. and BEYOND!”


Claire Barratt-Ingram

Claire Barratt-Ingram

Claire Barratt-Ingram

I promised Braden that I wouldn’t use his blog as a soapbox for my latest feminist rant. Suffice to say, it is not a promise that will be easy to keep.

I’ll try to confine myself to South African law and politics, probably in comparative perspective. I’ll also throw in the odd puppy or kitten so that I seem more like a Stepford wife than a man-eating, bra-burning bourgeoisie cow.