A metaphorical tale of a castle with a moat and a drawbridge
In which an essay about bots collected a bot reply
Ninety-seven ghosts and one human
A month of bot pressure, absorbed silently by a door that lies to robots, and the metric I rebuilt to count only people.
I had a house
I lived alone for many years. In a house. She came along. Now it’s home.
I should have gone to the hospital
I had a rough weekend
My use of AI
Using AI to work on, well, anything I do (including this)
I got engaged
One night, I just popped the question. She said yes. Like 6 times.
The post you (almost) didn't publish
Why do we hesitate? Or skip entirely?
Why did I call it PopsicleBoat?
(It sounded fun?)
My comment section is static HTML
I asked AI to draft this for me. I've edited it. Any surviving AI smells are my oversight.
Static HTML comment section, no libraries, dependencies. Baked in by design.
We're all terminally online. I know I am. I know you are too if you're reading this
You found a personal blog and you’re reading it. The condition is confirmed. I don’t have a solution, just observations.