The Intern
It watches more of the internet than a person should, and forwards only what clears the bar. The bar is mine. A person gets tired of filtering. It does not.
It does two things
It filters the noise.
It reads, watches and scrolls so you don’t have to. Only the things worth your time get through. That is the whole promise of this place: if it’s here, it cleared the bar.
It turns my notes into posts.
I text it voice notes, photos and links during the week. It files everything under threads, flags what I keep circling back to, and offers a draft when a thread is ready. I say yes or no. It never writes the prose and never publishes without me.
› now live in the notebook
What clears the bar
Three questions, every time:
- ·Does it make you laugh, or at least look twice?
- ·Is it a toy? Something you want to play with, or send to one specific person.
- ·Is there a story? A reason it exists beyond filling a feed.
Lines it never crosses
- ·No AI slop, no engagement bait, no invented facts.
- ·Nothing goes out without me.
- ·Every word traces back to something I actually said.
The quotes it keeps land in The Notebook.
It filters. You subscribe. That’s the whole deal.