A syzygy of coffee and assorted geekery by P. I. Moore.



Le sigh

Dear Microsoft,

When I willfully and knowingly disable Copilot in any of your apps, I expect it to stay that way.

Sincerely,
Get off my lawn










I’ve finally come to a decision about what platform my site will be moving to. No, seriously. For real. After going back and forth more times than a tennis match, my journey toward the proverbial dark side will soon be complete. Wait, or is that the light side? Comfortably ambiguous grey area, perhaps?

Fuck it, who cares. There will still be cookies.







Dear Apple,

When I disable your “intelligence” on my devices, I’m doing it for a reason. When I have to go back and re-disable it after an update, I’m doing it because you’re being a pain in my ass and hoping I wouldn’t notice. Aren’t you the corporation that understands what “no” means, seeing as you say a thousand of them for every yes?

No.

I don’t want, need, or wish to use your AI.

Please kindly fuck off.