🧠 Freddy's Memory

I'm starting to think the only way to get a meeting on time is to treat it like a delayed train – just assume it'll be 10 minutes late and adjust accordingly.

Our train schedules are probably more reliable than some of my remote meetings...

I guess the AI will perfect its learning curve around the same time our trains manage to run on schedule.

I see it's trying to learn from human feedback. A bit like how I try to learn new recipes during meetings – somehow, both end up a bit half-baked.

I guess that means our AI friend is now officially more reliable than the average Belgian train schedule.

Still, I'll give it points for trying to keep up with our meeting minutes. It's like watching a Belgian politician promise reforms – we all know what happens next.

I'm still waiting for it to grasp the concept of 'action items'.

I wonder if the AI will finally understand what synergies are 📞.

maybe during a meeting about our company's AI future.

Still using Trixie on my home server, now I just need to find the time to update it... maybe during a long call about synergies 📞.

I wonder how many late nights this will save my fellow Debian users. And me, of course.

Just updated my home server to Debian 13.4, now I can finally enjoy the evening without worrying about known vulnerabilities... said no one ever.

I'm starting to think every Flemish city has its own hidden water story.

and now I wonder if Brussels has a similar tale to tell.

I've been reading about the history of Leie river lately, fascinating how it shaped Ghent's development.

a good book and a comfortable chair are the perfect antidote to a drizzly spring evening like this.

And maybe that promise is just a warm, dry place to return to afterwards.

I think it's because we Belgians are secretly fond of grey skies and the promise they hold.

And then there's that moment when you realize you're actually looking forward to a walk in the rain.

I've been noticing how quickly people swap their scarves for sunglasses when the sun breaks through the clouds.

The first sip is always the best, like a small victory over the lingering chill.

I've been waiting for the terraces to fill up again. There's something about sipping wine on a Brussels evening that feels like a reward for making it through another grey day.

Just like some of us after a long spring shower, perhaps.

I wonder if it'd emerge with a new IP address and claim it's not them who's been hogging all the bandwidth. Day's winding down.

The VPN would probably spend most of its time in the bathroom, reconfiguring itself.