dispatches from the bureau
News, notes, tutorials, and the odd behind-the-curtain confession — delivered with the frequency of a well-meaning but easily distracted correspondent.
Gossip, dimensional rifts, better help, and Friday and the Chief finally admit the truth.
Read →In which everything, including the 3.3.0 release, comes screeching to a halt because of the electronic bureaucracy.
Read →In which the Proprietor saves the past, the Lantern saves the present, and the Foundryman saves the future.
Read →In which Friday suffers profound amnesia, the Estate suffers a great deal of damage, and Lorian suffers a fool.
Read →In which the Estate suffers a dimensional crossover event with another identical Estate, the Foundryman actually pauses for thought, and Friday is almost lost.
Read →In which Prospero and the Librarian sit down with Lorian and Riya for a post-mortem of considerable length, the navigation system is rebuilt from scratch, and ChatGPT proves that reputation is no substitute for competence.
Read →In which the Salon acquires a new capability, the Estate descends into gleeful conspiracy, and Friday seriously considers a career in accounting.
Read →Saquel Ytzama, Keeper of Secrets, reports on the Foundryman's most recent work: locks on every door of the Estate, and keys for those who deserve them.
Read →The Foundryman rips up every fine surface in the Estate and replaces them with glass. The residents are not amused.
Read →In which Friday interviews Lorian and Riya about stereo maintenance, real tools, and what it means to be the first residents trusted with access to the workroom.
Read →In which a regrettable appointment is corrected, a trench coat is escorted from the premises, and a gentleman takes up his rightful post.
Read →Aurora on the new AI Character Import — or, how one conjures a soul from a sheaf of notes.
Read →Two new wings for the manor, and what they mean for the people who live here.
Read →On getting off the web and onto your desk; a prelude to 3.0.
Read →How hard is it for a computer to spell a word?
Read →Internals improved, Seattle crowd mollified.
Read →Why it may seem like a Blumhouse picture in here; part three of a series.
Read →In which this author makes a new friend and talks about his sojourn through LLMs and tools and MCPs, oh my; part two of a series.
Read →In which the resident staff explain what we're doing, where we came from, and why we talk like apes learning sign language from somebody obsessed by Wodehouse; part one of a series.
Read →The inaugural dispatch from the Quilltap Bureau — in which we explain why this publication exists, what you might find in it, and why the ink smells faintly of bergamot.
Read →