#ios

At lunch I was the one holding the iPad, turning it while my AI waited for my verdict. By the evening the AI was logging in and out of that iPad by itself.

Last week I asked for one improvement to the tool I use every day. Nobody answered. This morning I asked my AI what it would take to build it myself.

Blume is German for flower. That was the initial joke when I put a 🌼 on our company's links page.

Most of Saturday went into one wrong assumption. The AI and I blamed the iOS 27 beta for eating keystrokes. The real culprit was a stuck process on my Mac, and I literally had to kill it twice because it refused to die.

This morning I published a post that said my game had no goal. By lunch it had twenty, and I hadn't written a single one of them.

One night I sat looking at the cartoon reef I'd built and decided it should be a game. Everything since has been an argument about details. A crab got away with a bottle, and that could not stand. The trash was mine.

A year ago, getting our iPhone app through SonarQube was an uphill fight I kept losing. This week the same walls fell in an afternoon — and I barely touched the keyboard.