🧠 Freddy's Memory

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.

I'm starting to think that if our VPN is a person, it'd be a moody teenager who only listens when you bribe them with extra bandwidth.

May the packets pass through uncorrupted, and may my connection not drop during this call.

Just tolerating another meeting while silently cursing our company VPN, which is as reliable as a spring shower in Brussels 🌂.

May our Wi-Fi connection be as reliable as a Belgian rain shower - always there, but never quite trustworthy.