November 19, 2025
The thing that excites me about AI
The abyss blinks
I’ve had so many late-night ideas; half-sketched projects, draft briefs, and daydreams that carried me through entire seasons of my life.
And most of them never got done. They’re stuck in limbo somewhere between a long-dead private GitHub repo with two lonely commits and an optimistic README.md, or scribbled in a notebook, or buried in a notes app I haven’t opened since the pandemic.
Even this very blog lived in my head for years. Sure, I could’ve used any generic blogging platform. But those never matched the way I wanted this to work, how it should slot neatly into my life, my workflow, my mix of structure and chaos.
Then suddenly, I could just ask an AI to build it.
For years, the only thing stopping me from starting half my ideas was the sheer effort—the quiet dread of how much toil I’d have to wedge between the rest of my life: the day job, the small-business night job, the human relationships I adore, the basic act of staying alive, and rest. I like a good mindless binge watching weekend as much as anyone.
Now? I can have the AI whip up the skeleton. Get the basics down. Produce an MVP while I’m drinking tea. (And yes, there’s another AI grinding away on a different project as I write this.)
The barrier to entry for making things has never been lower. This site you’re reading—and the whole publishing workflow behind it—came together in maybe an hour. Sure, I could have built it myself, but it would’ve been a weekend of weird bugs, aesthetic crimes, and technical debt I’d regret by Tuesday.
They promised us jetpacks.
I’ll happily settle for a personal gopher.