Voyager 1’s been chugging along since 1977, 24 billion kilometers out, still doing its job. Meanwhile, your $1,200 phone can’t survive three years. Welcome to our disposable society, where nothing’s built to last—on purpose.

Once a year, I trade Slack pings and sprint cycles for mud, swords, and a medieval Nerf cannon. At Bicolline, I’m not a software engineer—I’m Angus Lachlen, Company Sergeant of the Horse and Hound. It’s absurd. It’s glorious. And it’s the one place on earth where I can unplug from the rat race, laugh like an idiot, and remember what it feels like to actually be alive.

The Amiga 500 was the future multitasking, custom chips, real audio, a GUI that didn’t suck and Commodore flushed it down the toilet. This is a pissed-off love letter to what could’ve been the standard today, if the suits hadn’t bungled the best damn machine of the ‘80s.

AI isn’t replacing software developers ... it’s exposing the ones who never really were. It’s not here to think, reason, or untangle a decade-old monolith. It’s here to autocomplete boilerplate and hallucinate with confidence. The real work still needs humans. So no, I’m not scared. I’m just tired of explaining this every six months.

Somewhere along the line, political correctness stopped being about kindness and became a muzzle. Speaking plain truth without malice is now treated like a crime. We're not building a better society by avoiding offense; we're building a brittle one afraid of real conversation.

A viral post claims Iran’s top cleric issued a fatwa against Trump and Netanyahu—but the letter says nothing of the sort. Why truth matters, even when it's your own side

For fun, I asked ChatGPT to write a post in my voice about the possiblity of it replacing programmers; let's see how it did...

Bad customer service will remove my business every time.