Forget glass slippers and enchanted forests. The fiercest Disney princess of them all wore a ball gown in a war zone and carried a combat boot like it was a royal scepter. Sorry, Leia—Klinger’s got this.

Modern feminism told women they didn’t need men. Now they’re saying they’d rather face a grizzly bear than a guy on the street. This isn’t empowerment—it’s a warning sign.

We used to grab muskets over a 1% tax. Now we hand over 30–40% and say “thank you.” At least a real thief doesn’t pretend it’s for your own good.

Being a cop will break you in ways you didn’t think possible. The hours, the pay, the public hate—all of it grinds you down. But it’s the people you can’t save that haunt you. Jenny was one of them. And maybe, deep down, I’m more like her than I want to admit.

People love to scream about capitalism while reaping every single one of its benefits—streaming Netflix on a $2,000 MacBook, sipping overpriced lattes in climate-controlled luxury. They think they’re raging against "the system," but they’re its favorite customer. And socialism? That utopia ends with breadlines, secret police, and people vanishing in the night.

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...