I spent a morning in August screaming at an AI chatbot that can’t feel shame, and honestly, the bot won…not my proudest moment.

I’ve vibe-coded enough solutions to know exactly when a 'freaking amazing' tool turns into a Frankenstein Monster.

There has been this whole energy around TL;DR (too long, didn’t read) for a while now.  It feels like everyone wants the quick fix.  The magic pill.  The instant answer.  The summary of the book/video/article.

My LinkedIn feed just staged an intervention using a post I wrote to my future self three days ago.

Apparently, adulthood means picking one job, sticking with it forever, and giving up on magic. Ew.

Apparently, fonts have the power to humble you. I learned that the hard way.

Some people say they don’t like AI because it “does the thing” for them. Cool. So does your washing machine. 

Apparently the secret to engagement is… quitting.

The ouroboros of higher ed: you get a degree so you can… teach other people to get the same degree?

So this guy (let’s call him Ethan Fumblecode) asked us for advice. And oh boy, did it unlock a rant.