In today’s episode of “Spending way to much time and money on a stupid idea”, I proudly present you my PoE-powered can of spam.

Can we please all agree that reenacting this part of Terminator is enough and we skip the part with the nuclear armageddon? youtube.com/watch?v=pfAh5oQD…

Programming in 2026

TIL the hard way that the build plate isn’t just for decoration. I ruined my heated bed surface with a remote print. 😐 Before anyone asks: the print actually turned out surprisingly well. @anycubic3dprint, does your warranty cover stupidity?

Nearing the halfway point on day 12, my experiment hit a rough patch. Once again, I hadn’t made time for it during the day, leaving me with another late-night session. I stopped after 20 minutes because compromising sleep didn’t seem like a smart trade-off. I’ve noticed that these sessions leave me feeling wired afterwards. At the end of the day, that’s simply a poor allocation of energy. Also, after initially dropping by about 30% last week, my screen time has climbed right back to its previous level.

According to my Garmin, I will end up burning 5000 calories today. That means it’s totally legitimate to scoop caramel peanut butter straight out of the jar, right? RIGHT?!?

When I put this tweet into Claude for spell-checking, it remarked: "For the record: there is no list. Which is, admittedly, exactly what someone maintaining a list would say."

Every time Claude passive-aggressively opens with "This is a bigger design change…", I worry that I just moved up a few spots on the Great Purge list. Quick question: does the right to be forgotten under GDPR cover kill lists?

Day 3. An unexpected obstacle appeared: the weekend, with family plans that didn’t account for me sitting still for an hour. So here I am at 1:11 a.m., after staring at a dimly lit door for an hour.

Did I feel reborn with laser-sharp focus? No. But at least I resisted the temptation to crawl into bed and curl up into a ball, a fantasy that had crossed my mind multiple times over the past hour. Instead, I followed another impulse: I’m going to document the experiment here.

One minute before the end, the kitchen timer beeped. The sound sent a tingling sensation through my entire body and gave me new energy. A few more deep breaths, and the hour was over.

The sounds of children playing in a nearby playground became a welcome distraction. Then a heavy drowsiness fell over me. For a while, simply keeping my eyes open felt like the main challenge.

My mind spent some time digging up memories of deranged 4chan posts I had read about two decades ago. When it wasn’t doing that, the dot began to dance. Sometimes it split into two before I managed to refocus.

Let me tell you: 60 minutes can feel very long when you don’t know when they’ll be over. I tried to sit still, avoid fidgeting, and not scratch every itch. I changed posture a few times. This is supposed to be a mental challenge, not a physical one.

The setup is simple: • Mark a dot on the wall • Set a kitchen timer for 60 minutes • Sit down and stare To make it more interesting, I placed the timer behind me, so I wouldn’t know how much time was left.

I’ve devolved from Homo sapiens sapiens into Homo distractus. To reverse the trend, I’m running a little experiment: For 30 days, I’m going to stare at a dot on a wall for one hour a day. Today was day one.

Every time I 3D print something, I can’t help thinking this is as close to magic as it gets: Think up a thing, apply some mediocre 3D modelling skills, wait a bit - and it‘s real