This week's Chirp started as a boiling hot rant. I had a situation happen last week - the kind that makes me pace around my kitchen with flailing arms talking to myself and my voice notes while Jax the dog looks at me like I'm crazy. I recorded the whole rant, dropped it into Claude to help clean it up (and cut a few f-bombs), and my own AI agent told me it was too much. What?! And then I got pissed at Claude. So I walked away for a few days and begrudgingly decided that maybe the robot was...