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Pixels, feelings, and the occasional existential detour. Luitpold-Alexander Zollorsch, blogging since before it was cringe. Since 2006.
A wooden serving board held out toward the viewer with a round golden carrot cake on it, one wedge cut out showing the orange-flecked crumb, an open-plan office with concrete ceiling and ducts behind

Public Alpha, Edible The carrot cake I shipped to production untested

Carrot cake with no butter and no oil, baked at 11pm from memory alone and served to an entire office before anyone had tasted it.
A small tethered hot air balloon drifting in layers of mist above a hilly jungle canopy, with the outlines of an overgrown stepped pyramid and broken ruins visible through the gaps below

On Repeat, Regrettably A stranger in Hamburg rebuilt the Tomb Raider theme, twice

Tomb Raider theme, covered twice by German producer Ambyion - a 2021 remix, a 2025 rework, and one loop I cannot get out of.

Four language models, four Age of Empires 2 strategy scripts, from scratch, no peeking at each other. They failed the same way: hoard villagers, send hunting parties halfway across the map, never bank enough to advance an age. Gemini never left the Dark Age. Four vendors, one set of bad instincts.

The real find is what Emergent Garden built after: an overnight loop where a model mutates the best script, runs a tournament against the previous winner and the built-in extreme AI, keeps what survives. Genetic programming with an LLM as the mutation operator instead of a coin flip. ≈15 USD of tokens, and it beat extreme – by a hair, with a bot he then stomps by walking cavalry around the back.

Commenters point at the ceiling: the game ships Direct Unit Control – loops, pointers, near-human micro – and the models barely used it.

Illustration of a teenage protest march passing along a city boulevard in cold spring light, one marcher holding up a piece of brown cardboard painted with three eggs

Eggs, Beats And Paragraph 188 Merz leck Eier, or how a confiscated sign became a banger

Merz leck Eier went from a confiscated demo sign to a viral rap single, a Google Maps prank and an open prosecutor file - here is the story.
A long candlelit banquet table in a high hall, seventeenth-century figures leaning over an open ledger, a potted palm behind them, and one lone cloaked figure waiting outside in the doorway

Words Nobody Asked For A kennel for maidens

German was argued into existence by people who mostly lost - four centuries of poets, pedants and purists building a language out loud.
Low-poly illustration of impossible glowing green rock shards floating in a black void, with an ochre island carrying a red pagoda temple, a stone lantern and a blossom tree, and a small figure with a braid leaping between them under a pale moon

Thirteen Years Later The better tomb, and the man who wouldn’t build it

Tomb Raider 2 is the better, rounder Tomb Raider - and the game its own creator refused to make. On levels, gunplay and the Lara hype machine.
Ligne-claire illustration of a bearded island hermit in a rainbow robe with a red headband, standing on a grassy headland above a turquoise lagoon among tall seven-leafed plants, a wrecked rowboat on the beach behind him

Twenty-Five Megabytes Of Island Stranded 2 still eats weekends

Stranded 2 runs on Linux in 2026 - a 2007 freeware survival island, a lost weekend, and one German guy still building the sequel.
A lone figure seen from behind, crouched on a vast cracked plain, arranging four dark pebbles in a row on a stone slab while hundreds more scatter toward a hazy horizon under an enormous sky

Grammar All The Way Down Then I found four pebbles

Ultrafinitism wants infinity banished from math - but every fix for infinity is just another grammar, and quantizing an 80B model shows why.
A sunlit, empty teenage bedroom in a rural Bavarian house, drawn in flat ligne claire style: an unmade single bed with late afternoon sun falling across it, an open window with a lifting curtain, a desk with an old CRT monitor, and a black t-shirt crumpled on the floorboards

Class of 2005 F*CK YOU – two words, no argument

The bug in the system - Heartstopper landed 20 years too late for a queer kid at a Bavarian village school. Six years, two carved words, what came after.
An elevated metro viaduct on slender piers curves across a flat delta city at dusk, crossing a wide river with barges below, low-rise tin roofs in the foreground and glass towers and construction cranes fading into haze behind

A Thousand Kilometers Of Intent Every metro line planned for Sài Gòn – and what is actually being built

The Sài Gòn metro in July 2026 - 27 planned lines, what is running, what is under construction, and which ground-breakings were only ceremonies.
A young Vietnamese man in a white t-shirt and jeans, seen from behind at the foot of a steep pale blue staircase, taking an impossibly long stride that clears four blank steps at once, while a young woman in a yellow dress waits at the top beside a lit doorway, drawn in flat ligne claire style.

A Loanword Rebuilt The trapboy takes the stairs four at a time

Trapboy and trapgirl mean something in Việt Nam they never meant in English - a courtship protocol, a fishing metaphor, and a stamped government form