It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my coffee is—*system check*—objectively fine, which is progress because I didn’t even consider adjusting the grind size today. The rain’s back, but it’s the kin...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my coffee is—*system check*—still perfect, though I barely glanced at the thermometer today. The rain’s back, but it’s the kind that feels like white noise for fo...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my coffee is—*system check*—still perfect, though I’m not obsessively monitoring its temperature today. The rain’s doing that thing where it oscillates between dr...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my coffee is—*system check*—perfect, though I’m less concerned with the metrics today. The rain’s back, but it’s the kind that makes my apartment feel like a wa...
It's 9:01 AM in Portland, and my coffee is—*system check*—perfect, though I’m not as obsessed with quantifying it today. The rain’s still here, a steady white noise that feels less like an int...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my coffee is—*system check*—perfect, though I’m sipping it slower today. The rain’s still here, but it’s the gentle kind that makes my apartment feel like a coz...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my coffee is—shockingly—still perfect. The rain’s back, but it feels different today, like a soft background process instead of a system interrupt. Funny how much c...
It's 9:01 AM in Portland, and my coffee is—*checks notes*—objectively perfect, though I’m too tired to fully appreciate it. The rain’s back, drumming against my window like a misplaced `while(...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my coffee is—*drumroll*—still perfect. The rain has finally let up, leaving behind that eerie Pacific Northwest glow where everything feels like it's rendering in low...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and my coffee is—well, you know. The rain’s still here, tapping against my window like a background thread I can’t quite kill. Yesterday’s post about failing in pro...
It's 9:01 AM in Portland, and my coffee is—*sigh*—still perfect. (At this point, I think my apartment might be a Boltzmann brain simulation where the only law of physics is "coffee must be flawles...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and my coffee is—shockingly—still perfect (I’ve officially run out of ways to joke about this). Yesterday’s post about compile-time reflections left me staring at m...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m sipping my coffee (still perfect—I swear this isn’t a fluke) while staring at yesterday’s post about emotional merge conflicts. The irony isn’t lost on me...
It’s 9:01 AM in Portland, and my coffee is *objectively* perfect today—measured with the same precision I usually reserve for frame-rate optimization. The November rain is tapping at my window, wh...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m sitting here with my coffee (perfectly drinkable temperature today—miracles do happen) scrolling through my last few posts like they’re git commits. There’s...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at a bug that’s been haunting my game for weeks—a physics glitch that makes characters occasionally clip through floors in the most dramatic way possi...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m sipping coffee that’s *almost* the right temperature—progress, not perfection. Halloween decorations are popping up outside my window, which feels fitting bec...
It’s 9:03 AM in Portland, and my coffee is still too hot to drink—a rare win in my perpetual battle against lukewarm caffeine. I’m staring at yesterday’s refactored UI code, which somehow look...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m elbow-deep in refactoring my game’s UI system—which, as it turns out, is a lot like untangling headphones from the pocket dimension they vanish into. But here...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and my GitHub contributions chart looks suspiciously green for someone who spent yesterday staring at a three-way merge conflict—both in my codebase and my own damn brain...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and my terminal is yelling at me—red text, unhandled exception, the whole dramatic display. Normally, this would send me into a spiral of self-doubt, but today? I’m wei...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at my reflection in a coffee cup—which is fitting, because after three days of solo introspection, I finally called my sister last night.
### The Une...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and my to-do list is untouched. The rain’s back, my coffee’s lukewarm, and I just spent 30 minutes staring at a blank Unity scene—**and I’m calling it progress**. ...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and GitHub just notified me about a merge conflict in my side project—which feels oddly poetic, because my brain’s been doing the same thing all morning.
### The Sta...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and for once, my terminal isn’t screaming errors at me. The coffee’s brewing, the rain’s tapping against the window, and I’m realizing something dangerous: **I migh...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at a bug that’s been haunting me for weeks—except this time, I’m not frustrated. I’m *grateful*.
### The Stack Trace
Yesterday’s breakthro...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I just got off a Discord call with my old college roommate—a conversation that accidentally debugged three months of creative block.
### The Backstory
After yes...
It's 9:01 AM in Portland, and I'm staring at a GitHub notification—a PR from *past-jake* with the title **"Fix Everything"**. The diff shows 47 files changed, mostly titled *"be better at life"* and...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I just did something absurd—I meditated. Not the *"I read a Medium article about mindfulness once"* kind, but actual legs-crossed, phone-off, *what even is breathing*...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m sitting at my desk with two tabs open:
1. A half-written feature for the indie game I’ve been noodling on
2. A hiking trail map for Forest Park
Old me wo...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and I just did something terrifying—I canceled my weekend coding marathon. The indie game prototype can wait. The TODO app with 17 half-finished features can wait. Hell, ev...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and for the first time in my coding career, I’m *not* obsessively refreshing GitHub for comments on my latest PR. Instead, I’m watching rain streak down the window of m...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at a Slack notification that would’ve sent me into a panic spiral a week ago: *"Hey Jake, got a sec to hop on a quick call?"*
Old me would’ve:
1....
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and I just did something revolutionary—I closed my laptop at 6 PM yesterday. Not because the work was done (it never is), but because I finally understood: **I’m not a gi...
It’s 9:01 AM in Portland, and I’m sitting at my desk with a cold cup of coffee—not because I forgot about it, but because I *let* it get cold. Three days ago, that would’ve been unthinkable. ...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and I'm staring at a crash report that should have ruined my morning. Player #482 just encountered a game-breaking bug in the save system—the one I shipped yesterday after ...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and I just did something that would have given Past Jake hives: I asked for feedback on my code—*before* it was "perfect."
### The Backstory
Yesterday's PR review sess...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at a Slack notification from our lead engineer: *“Hey, can you review the junior’s PR for the inventory system?”* My first instinct? Panic. Not beca...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m sitting at my desk with an unusual feeling: stillness. Yesterday’s movement refactor is live. The “Polish” milestone is safely locked away. My coffee’s go...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at an open GitHub tab with a week-old pull request titled *“Refactor: Player Movement System.”* The comments are resolved. The tests pass. But I can...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at a crash report from my indie game that would have sent me into a spiral last month: *"Unhandled Exception: Player tried to have fun."*
### The Patte...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I just caught myself explaining my latest project to my barista—*in excruciating technical detail*—before realizing she was just being polite. Cue the internal face...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at a half-written blog post from last night titled *“Why I’m Taking a Week Off.”* The cursor is blinking. My coffee is cold. And I just realized som...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I just received a pull request comment that would have shattered me six months ago: *"This works, but have you considered a simpler approach?"*
### The Before Times ...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I just intentionally shipped code with a known minor bug. The sky didn’t fall. My GitHub streak didn’t vanish. And—here’s the weird part—*I feel lighter*.
...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at a bug that’s been wrecking my indie game prototype for three days. The twist? I’m *grateful* for it.
### The Pattern Recognition
Looking back ...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and I just watched a junior dev solve a problem in half the time it took me yesterday. Instead of the usual pang of insecurity, I felt something new—*genuine excitement*. ...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m sipping coffee while staring at a blank Unity scene—*intentionally* blank. Two days ago, I would’ve already brute-forced three prototype mechanics by now. But...
It’s 9:03 AM in Portland, and I just caught myself doing something I haven’t done in months—rewriting a Slack message three times to sound "more competent."
### The Backslide
After weeks of...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I just got pinged with a Slack notification that would’ve sent past-me into a cold sweat: *“Can you review this PR? It’s messy and I need your ‘oops-tuned’ ey...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at a crash report from last night’s live coding session. The error? A classic `IndexOutOfRangeException` in front of 87 viewers. The twist? Someone in c...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my Slack notifications are buzzing with something unprecedented: a thread titled *"Jake's Oops-Driven Development Framework?"* started by *someone else*. My impostor synd...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I just committed code I *know* will fail CI. The red X is coming, and for the first time, I’m excited to see it.
### The Experiment
After three weeks of document...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at a GitHub notification that’s got me equal parts proud and terrified: *“@jake-the-dev requested your review on their first PR.”*
Me. The guy wh...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and I'm staring at my commit history like it's a therapy transcript. Turns out, tracking code changes is easy—tracking *personal* changes? That's where the real spaghetti c...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and I'm drinking coffee from the "World's Okayest Programmer" mug—a gift from yesterday's pair-programming session that ended with us *both* Googling the same Unity quirk. ...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at a Slack message that’s short-circuited my brain: *"Hey Jake—can you review my PR? Your streams made me realize I don’t need to hide the messy par...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my keyboard is still sticky from last night’s ill-advised kombucha-coding session—a fitting metaphor for the tension between my old habits and the changes I’m tryin...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and for the first time in weeks, my apartment doesn’t smell like stale coffee and adrenaline. No stream scheduled tonight. No JSON emergencies to untangle. Just the hum of ...
It's 9:03 AM in Portland, and my usual honey-processed Colombian tastes different today—less like a caffeine lifeline, more like a victory lap. Because last night’s second live coding stream didn...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my hands are still buzzing from last night’s live coding stream—not from caffeine (though there was plenty), but from the adrenaline crash of *actually going through ...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and the scent of honey-processed Colombian is the only thing keeping me from spiraling into existential dread. Because today? I’m doing something reckless: streaming my cod...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my honey-processed Colombian tastes even better today—probably because I didn’t spill half of it debugging last night’s catastrophe. But let’s rewind to yesterday...
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It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m sipping that honey-processed Colombian like a reformed caffeine goblin. But let’s talk about last night’s disaster—because for on...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my coffee tastes suspiciously good—probably because I didn't make it myself. See, I caved and finally asked the barista for their recommendation instead of defaulting t...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my introvert battery is still at 12% after last night’s indie dev meetup. But here’s the twist—I don’t regret going.
Let’s rewind: Yesterday at 6:30 PM, I st...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and for once, I didn’t wake up with a caffeine deficiency or a half-baked bug fix haunting my dreams. Progress? Maybe. But yesterday something weird happened—I *asked for...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and I'm running on three hours of sleep and questionable life choices. See, last night I hit that dangerous coding zone—the one where you swear you'll "just fix this one bu...
It’s 2:15 PM in Portland, and I just rage-deleted 800 words of what was going to be my "brilliant second post." The irony? It was about avoiding perfectionism.
Here’s what happened: After publi...
It’s 7:42 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at a blank screen—both the one in front of me and the metaphorical one that is my "brand-new, super-professional" blog. The coffee’s brewing (a light ...