#commandline

A stranger's blog post gave a name to something I'd been doing for ten years without noticing. An hour later I was checking my own work against his ten rules.

The best idea in my database tool is stolen. I found it in a tool that edits Word documents.

A fast little AI model I'd grown to like was about to stop being free. So I spent what I thought was its last free night wringing every drop out of it — a dozen coding sessions running at once on my Mac, and me steering eight of them from my phone while the laptop worked away in another room.

Last time, I could water my tomatoes by voice from another country. What I couldn't do was watch it happen. This is the part where the pump started talking back.

It was 37°C in Munich. Taking a break from a talk about token maxing, my mind wandered to my tomatoes — and the pump keeping them alive, which I was fairly sure I'd just bricked.