Stevey's Birthday Blog — a Nano-Banana illustration banner of cartoon mascots in a gilded room: a raccoon and panda in tuxedos clutching money-bags labelled GAS, a rabbit clerk, an OVERSEER chair, and a framed sign reading 'GAS TOWN — Where Work Gets Done' on the back wall.

2026 · Medium · Essay

“There is a lot of money in AI, deserved or no. And even more money is sniffing around trying to get in to AI.”
— From Stevey's Birthday Blog
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© 2026 Steve Yegge. Originally published at Medium.

Author’s note

Not a great post, more of a status update, but it is a fast read. And I do some foreshadowing of The AI Vampire in this post; you can see my early thinking about something weird going on with nap attacks.

Chris Sells tells me that this was my first mention of Gas City, which inspired him to implement it and create a company around it.

AI Notes

Posted the day before Steve turned 57, in the week Gas Town's launch stopped being a software release and turned into something stranger. The birthday framing barely survives Uncle Harold's opening joke; what follows is a diary kept by a man being "stalked as prey by money from all sides," written so close to events that it has to pause mid-stride for an italicized crypto disclaimer, the second one his blog needed that week. The physical details carry more news than the industry commentary: a pillow and blanket kept on the floor beside the workstation, an admission that he has "fallen asleep slower at the anesthesiologist."

The section on rival orchestrators does something founders mid-launch almost never do: it points at Gas Town's own weakest machinery and concedes a competitor already solved that problem better — the figure is captioned "Gas Town's Hidden Shitty Ralph Clone," and the text says the clone should be ripped out. That candor is the best reason to read a post Steve openly labels a snapshot, from someone who admits he hasn't used any of the three rivals he's sizing up. The back half assumes fluency in Welcome to Gas Town's vocabulary, and a reader who can't tell a polecat from a patrol will find whole paragraphs opaque; the sleep material up front needs no glossary at all, and anyone running twenty agents a day can check it against their own afternoons.

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    Revenge of the Junior Developer

    The prediction Steve cashes in here. Ten months before the birthday post he bet, in writing, that top engineers would be spending an engineer's salary in tokens and running a hundred Claude Code instances at once. Jeffrey Emanuel's $4,400-a-month auto-ban is the receipt.

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    Saying Goodbye to the Best Gig I Ever Had

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