Cleaning Out the Archive Folder
A weekend spent digging through fifteen years of old drafts and dead links turns into a longer meditation on how much has quietly changed since this blog started.
A weekend spent digging through fifteen years of old drafts and dead links turns into a longer meditation on how much has quietly changed since this blog started.
I finally emptied the drawer of dead phones and tangled cables I've been avoiding since 2019, and thought about why I couldn't bring myself to recycle any of it.
I finally killed my 63-tab habit by replacing every browser tab manager I've ever tried with a plain text file and a cron job that emails me a guilt trip every morning.
A weekend spent cleaning out a decade-old bin of mystery cables turns into a mini audit of old hard drives, an embarrassing 2012 blog draft, and a home network held together with static IP guesswork.
A late-night scroll through fifteen years of unfinished blog drafts, a hosting migration scare, and why 341 abandoned posts dont bother me as much as I thought they would.
A dead external hard drive sends me down a rabbit hole of old blog drafts, bad 2013 predictions, and a long-overdue reckoning with my actual backup habits.
A messy drawer of old external drives forces a reckoning with fifteen years of digital hoarding, and a decision to stop trusting my own backup habits.
After an UPDATE-without-a-WHERE scare wrecked my category taxonomy for four minutes, I finally set up real automated off-server backups for techpad using restic and cron.
Found a forgotten external hard drive from 2012-2015 in a closet during a heat wave and spent an afternoon down a nostalgia hole instead of fixing my actual backup situation.
After finding 4,812 spam messages in my contact form's mail folder, I spent a Sunday fixing it with honeypots, rate limiting, and timing checks.
A long-overdue purge of the cable drawer turns into a small rant about why cable organizers never actually fix anything.
How using git worktrees instead of a single shared directory stopped my parallel coding agents from quietly wrecking each other's work.