To Fix My Own Damn Website There comes a moment in every woman’s life when she realizes that the people who built the software she relies on were absolutely not breastfed long enough. Mine arrived somewhere between the sixth 404 error, the third phantom paywall from WordPress-but-not-WordPress, and the part where SaaS monster tried to convince…
Observed By An Unseen Anthropologist I used to think the internet was a library. Now it’s a petting zoo where the animals are stressed, the signs are wrong, and a machine in the rafters is taking notes like it’s writing a dissertation on Human Delusion, Volume III, Part 1. (Part 2 is probably just me…
When the Rooster Meets the Duct Tape and the Coffee Mug Why I let him flap, squawk, and peck my toes every single time. Every Tuesday, a rooster named George tries to kill my career. He’s not real, not technically. George is the algorithm — loud, territorial, and convinced the barnyard belongs to him. Every time I post…
How prehistoric common sense outperformed modern technology. Patch 1111th ver. 2000.1.0002 all copyrights completely corrupted, backup totally unnecessary. The first human operating system didn’t run on electricity. It ran on hunger, instinct, and a healthy fear of lightning and anything in between that wants to eat him too. Picture him: a broad-shouldered proto-technologist trudging home…
And The Question That Triggered It. It all started with a word. Of course it always does. Everything went downhill from that point. I was having a perfectly mundane conversation and made the first mistake. I asked, “So, how do email nurture sequences work?” The tiniest question on earth just detonated into a full-scale linguistic…
