There’s a screenshot doing the rounds on social media lately — someone flexing a $500-a-day Claude API bill as proof that building your own SaaS with AI is smarter than paying $49 a month for an existing product. The original post frames it as some kind of revolutionary insight. “The End of Software,” they declared. I’ll admit, when I first saw it, my reaction was somewhere between genuine curiosity and mild secondhand embarrassment.

There’s a cartoon doing the rounds online that stopped me mid-scroll the other day. It depicts what looks like a military tank, but decked out with solar panels and wind turbines — a kind of renewable-powered war machine. The comment sections are predictably chaotic, with people arguing about whether it’s satire, a serious policy proposal, or just someone having a laugh. Honestly, the ambiguity is kind of the point, and it got me thinking harder than most actual political commentary does.

Right, so I’ve been going down a rabbit hole this week that started with someone online asking a very simple question: how do you get the smell out of those old pressed wood salad bowls? You know the ones — dark brown, slightly shiny, vaguely basket-weave textured. Every grandmother on the planet seemed to own a set.

What followed in the comments was genuinely one of the most entertaining and unexpectedly educational threads I’ve read in a while. And it sent me spiralling into memories, material science, and the surprisingly contentious world of food-grade oils.