The last agent to finish puts my computer to sleep

I run one AI coding agent per project, often five at once, and I used to tab through them to find the one that needed me. Now the workspace buttons in my status bar turn red when an agent wants me, and the last agent to finish puts the computer to sleep. No sounds, no pop-ups. Getting the red right took eight bugs.

A personal assistant for twelve euros a month

Six read-only connectors, one model call a day, and a six-euro server in Germany. It reads every system where my work lives and sends me one email each morning about what is quietly slipping. Here is what it cost, what it caught, and why the comparison with a human assistant is both irresistible and mostly dishonest.

Caps Lock is my on-air light now

The built-in dictation in Claude Code kept mangling the names I use most, and it cannot be trained. So I had it build me a local dictation system that can: Whisper on the 3090, two text files of vocabulary and corrections, and the Caps Lock LED as the recording light.

I measured my music taste, then asked AI to make music for it. It couldn't.

1,551 liked songs analyzed from the audio itself, a ten-cluster taste profile, then three attempts at generating music to match: two commercial models and a piece composed as code. All rejected. The same profile then produced sixty-one human-made recommendations, which was the point after all.

Five old WordPress sites, one morning, zero PHP left

I had Claude Code turn four end-of-life WordPress installs and a 2011 DokuWiki into static HTML, with every URL preserved. What it did, how it verified itself, and where its own checks lied to it.

My life, had I been born in 1872

I asked ChatGPT to sketch my life a century earlier, based on everything it knows about me. It gave me a realistic version in one paragraph and then a much better one. Translated in full, with the family's verdict.

I had an AI agent climb my family tree

Years ago my parents photographed a wooden statue in a dune village and wondered whether the man was an ancestor. In one Sunday, Claude Code worked through the Dutch public archives from my grandfather back to 1790 and answered that. Also: the wrong turns it took, and the wall it could not get past.