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My Laptop Fan and I Are in a Toxic Relationship
We need to talk about my laptop fan. Not because it’s broken. Not because it’s old. But because it waits until the worst possible moment to raise its voice. A quiet room. A serious meeting. A fragile sense of competence. And then… WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Like it’s auditioning for a role in aviation. It says it’s just… Read more
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If Bug Reports Were Love Letters: The Passive-Aggressive Edition
There’s a special kind of emotional whiplash that only developers know. It starts with a notification. “New bug reported.” And suddenly you’re bracing yourself like someone just texted,“We need to talk.” Because bug reports aren’t just technical messages.They’re communication.They’re feelings.They’re… modern-day love letters written by people who are mad at you. Dear Developer, “I encountered… Read more
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A Eulogy for the Unmuted Zoom Microphone
Friends. Colleagues. People who said “sorry, you’re on mute” one too many times. We are gathered here today to honour a fallen icon. The unmuted Zoom microphone. Gone, but never forgotten. It never meant to expose us The unmuted mic was not malicious. It didn’t choose to broadcast your deep sighs, your whispered complaints, your… Read more
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An Ode to the Screenshot Folder We Pretend Doesn’t Exist
Let’s not lie to each other. You know the folder. The one quietly growing in the background. The one you never open unless absolutely necessary. The one filled with receipts, half-formed thoughts, accidental screenshots of your lock screen, memes you swore you’d send to someone, and evidence you didn’t ask to archive. Yes. That screenshot… Read more
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My Life Needs a Hard Refresh
You know that moment when your laptop starts acting weird? Apps lag. Tabs freeze. The fan sounds like it’s preparing for takeoff. You tell yourself it’s fine, close one tab (out of 47), and keep going. That’s where I’m at. Except I’m not a MacBook. I’m a human. And my life needs a hard refresh.… Read more
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A Love Letter to “Are You Still Watching?”
Dear “Are you still watching?”, I know you weren’t designed to care about me. You’re just a polite little modal. A nudge. A check-in written by someone in a product meeting with a slide deck full of engagement metrics. And yet. You show up at exactly the right moment. When the room is dark, my… Read more