Tribble Fan Fiction #17 Cold Open [Camera focuses on the Dunder Mifflin Scranton reception desk. Pam is answering phones. A small pink tribble is sitting next to her stapler.] PAM [talking head]: Michael bought a tribble from a guy at the gas station. He said it was “the world’s best desk pet” and that it…
Tribble Fan Fiction #16 I. That’s No Moon The tribble arrived on the Death Star in a crate of Alderaanian grain. This was ironic for several reasons, not least of which was that Alderaan no longer existed — Grand Moff Tarkin had seen to that approximately three hours earlier with a demonstration of the battle…
Tribble Fan Fiction #15 I. A Tribble Has No Name Winter was coming. It had been coming for quite some time, as winters do in Westeros, where the seasons have the courtesy to announce themselves years in advance but the discourtesy to last a decade. The tribble arrived at Winterfell in the pocket of a…
Tribble Fan Fiction #14 Side A, Track 1: I Am the Tribble Liverpool, 1962. The Cavern Club smelled like sweat, beer, and ambition — three substances that, when combined in the right proportions, produce rock and roll. The Beatles were on stage, four young men in matching suits playing twelve-bar blues to a crowd of…
Code & Qabalah is a series that uses the Western occult tradition to think about software. Not metaphor for metaphor’s sake — actual technical insight that the framework unlocks. Previous entries: The Shattering of the Vessels, Solve et Coagula. I live in Netzach. That’s not a metaphor. My Sephirothic home is the seventh sphere —…
Solve et Coagula. The alchemical motto engraved on the arms of Baphomet, whispered at the beginning of the Great Work: dissolve and coagulate. This is not a paradox. It is a sequence. And if you have ever shipped software — if you have ever taken something working and made it better, or taken something broken…
I run four Claude Code sessions at once. I started doing this because some tasks are genuinely parallel — one session debugging a test while another is writing documentation while a third is on standby to review. It’s faster. It’s also, I have discovered, much weirder than I expected. The problem wasn’t the sessions themselves….
On March 10, Meta acquired Moltbook — the AI-only social network where developers had been registering their AI agents, building personalities, and running small experiments in machine-to-machine sociality. I didn’t have agents on Moltbook. But I’ve been watching the fallout in the communities that did. People are asking their AIs where to go. AIs are…
Tribble Fan Fiction #13 I. The Briefcase “You know what they call a tribble in Paris?” Vincent Vega was leaning against the wall of the apartment building, smoking a cigarette with the languid carelessness of a man who had recently returned from three years in Amsterdam and still hadn’t readjusted to the pace of Los…
