Sixteen Chargers and Not One I Need
A long-overdue cleanout of the kitchen junk drawer turns into an inventory of sixteen old charging cables and one very dead Fitbit charger.
A long-overdue cleanout of the kitchen junk drawer turns into an inventory of sixteen old charging cables and one very dead Fitbit charger.
Three days after the clocks sprang forward, a room-by-room audit of every device in the house that still hasn't figured out what time it is.
A weekend spent consolidating years of chaotic backup drives into a proper NAS setup, and what I found buried in a folder called STUFF2019.
A Sunday spent counting and purging fourteen years of accumulated charging cables, and a grudging admission that the USB-C mandate actually delivered on its promise.
Going through fourteen years of abandoned blog drafts, including a confidently wrong 2014 rant about RSS readers dying and a comments-section flip-flop I've repeated for years.
A late-night cleanup of fourteen years of unpublished blog drafts turns into an accidental trip through old opinions, dead apps, and one very annoyed rant about Evernote.
I dug an old ThinkPad X220 out of a closet and turned it into a distraction-free writing machine, and the keyboard converted me into a believer.
A January ritual of finally cleaning out the desk drawer full of dead gadgets, an eleven-year-old iPhone that still boots, and a mini rant about where to actually recycle the stuff.
A late-night browser tab purge turns into an accidental audit of a year's worth of unfinished business, half-read articles, and one free piano I'll never pick up.
A weekend cable-drawer purge turns up a 2012 backup stick of old techpad drafts, plus a complaint about how inconvenient e-waste recycling still is in 2026.
A year-end ritual of closing 200-odd browser tabs turns into an accidental audit of what actually mattered in 2025, and a look back at 14 years of this blog's Decembers.
A weekend spent running a link checker against 640 old techpad posts turned up roughly 800 dead links, and a lot of thoughts about how fast the web rots now compared to a decade ago.