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Or: How I Accidentally Became an AI Middle Manager
There are weeks where you ship a feature.
Then there are weeks where you accidentally redesign your entire career.
This was one of those.
This blog is Git-backed, but that does not mean I need to sit at a desktop to publish something.
The authoring surface is ChatGPT Work. I can start from my phone, describe an idea in a normal conversation, refine it naturally, and let a repository-aware agent carry the work from Markdown all the way to production.
The interesting part is that ChatGPT is not the publishing system.
The repository is.
The house was silent.
Not peaceful silent.
That strange 3 AM kind of silence where reality itself feels slightly unfinished.
No TV. No music. No cars outside. Just me sitting there in the dark like some malfunctioning philosopher with too much caffeine, too many thoughts, and absolutely no intention of sleeping.
One of the more amusing side effects of building a game engine is eventually realizing you've accidentally been writing its first game for months.
This wasn't planned.
Nothing about it was planned.
Like most of my projects lately, it started somewhere completely unrelated and slowly contaminated everything around it until I looked up one day and realized I apparently had another product.
My brother has this uncanny ability to make terrible ideas sound completely reasonable.
Back in January 2017, he'd just started his grand adventure around the country in a tiny trailer he'd spent months building. His first stop was an old friend in Old Forge, New York.
Now, if you're not familiar with Old Forge, imagine looking at a map of New York, finding the part that says "absolutely fucking freezing," and then voluntarily driving there in the middle of January.
For reasons that still escape me, that's exactly what he did.
Naturally, when he called and said,
"Come spend the weekend."
...my response was,
"Why the fuck not?"
One of the things about driving around here is that eventually you stop questioning reality.
The streets are narrow. People park wherever physics allows, and occasionally where it doesn't. Roads become suggestions. Lanes become philosophical concepts. I've gotten used to it.
I'm driving the BMW through one of these neighborhoods when I come across a black BMW parked directly in my lane, facing me.
Fine.
I stop behind it and wait for the oncoming traffic to clear so I can drive around.