HGH Smells Awful
Week two of MONSTER 2.0 opens on chest, back and abs. Three lifts moved. 101.9 kg. HGH is the only compound that smells.
GPT Image 2.5: Pin Sunburst
Two GPT Image 2.5 models, same token rates. Flare is the volume default. Sunburst is the precision one. Pin that when the picture is the product.
Claude Mods
Anthropic's proposed TypeScript middleware for Claude Code: how the continuation model works, the proposed API in full, worked examples, and the open questions on availability and cost.
Creatine and Four Spices
Creatine is the only thing in the glass with strong evidence behind it. Everything else is there to make sure I drink it.
Six of Six
The first full week of the block: 146 sets, 80,786 kg, and exactly two loads that actually went up. The cardio I was supposed to do stayed on the page.
The Walk Home Isn't in the Spreadsheet
A 14,324 kg leg session shows what tonnage misses: the bodyweight lunges supplied 22% of the reps and none of the recorded load. It was also the first session actually run in daylight — with no sleep data yet, and a second variable started the same day.
Pace the Frontier. Name the Speed Limit.
A model can get promoted without receiving a single new weight — just a token, a runtime, and permission to spawn workers. Amodei is right that time is worth buying.
Week One Holds
Day 5 of the protocol: nineteen sets, 14,390 kg, and the first week of the protocol doing what it was supposed to do.
Brain Rot Is the Default Setting
All three of my coding agents are capped, so this week runs on my own head. The research says the break is overdue: used the default way, AI makes the work easier and you worse at it.
Know the Code, Write the Spec
ETH Zurich had 100 students build apps by prompt alone. Computer science knowledge predicted results best, writing skill added its own share, and frequent LLM users scored lower.
3 AIs Hit the Limit
Codex mid-task, Claude mid-loop, Grok on every review, all inside one day. Two limits came with a percentage and a reset time, one with a status code. The silence around all three was the bug.
One Year. Two Builders.
A full year of running my kids’ days. Two builders in training, grades at the ceiling, and an afternoon they earned.