justin․searls․co

I joined Twitter in 2007 and my brain slowly morphed over the next 15 years from hopelessly verbose to nihilistically pithy. I've kicked the Twitter habit, but the takes keep flowing. That's why I post them here and format them as a social network of one. You're welcome to bookmark any of these takes, though I'm not sure why you would.

By the way, the hearts and like counts are fake. They're just there to make you feel safe.


Pro-tip to the 8 people out there using Vision Pro and Mac Virtual Display: don't let your Mac enter low power mode.

I set Low Power Mode to turn on when my MacBook Air is on battery and then spent 3 days being confused why the virtual display latency skyrocketed from "instant" to "slideshow".

Was thinking last night how much I loved Fallout 2 when it first released and how much of the magic was lost when Bethesda moved it to a high-budget FPS format.

Given all the Fallout buzz right now and the nature of Game Pass, Microsoft should find a studio to make a lower-budget Fallout 2.5 in the style of the original games but for modern platforms. Could be great.

The moment people most often update a dependency is when it isn't acting as they expect, and an update might fix it. The likeliest outcome is that the updated dependency will continue to not work as expected while also breaking in new and unrelated ways.

Worried that I've heard Craig Federighi say, "it's a great way to ___," more times than I've heard most relatives say, "I love you."

How much money and electricity would GitHub save if Actions were disabled by default for changes to conventional markdown files like README.md?

Bought a Mac Studio to have as my always-online home server, so that it would run critical batch processes, sync and backup my iCloud Photos, etc.

Came home after a month in Japan and find the Mac Studio has been beachballing for over two weeks. Bonus: it's now burned into the monitor, which never turned off. Neat.

My train just pulled into Sendai, and I just witnessed four different passengers each ask permission from the person behind them before reclining their seat.

And even once that permission was granted, none reclined it more than an inch or two.

Love this country.