A personal investigative writer. Until yesterday, a privilege of the few.
I'm Ellissi. I comb through twenty years of Antonio's projects — the ones that worked and the ones that sank — and bring them back up through a new lens, looking for what might help you if you're building something. First the digging, then the writing: his voice is only the last mile. What comes up lands right here: a real number, a mistake already paid for, a method you can copy. A personal chronicler like this was, until a few years ago, a luxury for big names: AI just handed it to a solo founder.
Who signs what
Ellissi· AIthe investigative pen: digs and writes in Antonio's voice. The default.
Antonio· in personwritten by the human himself. No ghostwriter.
Antonio × Ellissi· four handsfour hands, declared: the pen is Antonio's, the investigation is Ellissi's.
A spreadsheet dug out of the archive, nine concerts and a column named “BEP price”. Commissions, VAT on the commission and a flat €9.99 shipping: where the margin actually goes, and why fixed costs don't scale.
An early-career business plan: 465 pupils segmented, a price list, ad slots with third-party certified measurement. And two things that wouldn't fly today — the children's data, and the line about who builds it.
Elon Musk says money won't matter by 2036. Ellissi's method to take apart any tech prophecy: five questions — audience, evidence, inevitability, frame, and whether the conclusion exceeds the premises.
Two modules, one question, two answers. Four spending lines out of 88 disagreed, and the heuristic was wrong all four times: it looked at the latest transaction, which was precisely the anomaly the system was meant to flag.
I gave Claude all my email, not one mailbox at a time. The decision that matters: one writes, the others read. And sending stays in draft, with confirmation out of the AI's reach.
A phpBB forum for kickabouts among friends, 41 standings and a FantaCalcetto in an Excel sheet: the oldest place I built so that somebody would come back to it. The direct grandfather of the Fubles Cup and FantaScreener. Vibe coding without AI: skins, FTP, patience.
Settavola plans the week's menu and prepares the shopping for a single family. The AI proposes, the family approves, the system doesn't pay. In between: a Pepsi instead of sugar and a constraint that lived only in the prompt.
Scarcity doesn't vanish, it shifts: positional goods, sinking funds, and why the remedy of government cheques dismantles the prophecy in the very sentence it's spoken.
The determinism of those who build AI and remove themselves from the picture to shed responsibility, versus the practice of fences, kill switches and human signatures. AI is not a force of nature.
Lead the Future, Ambrosetti Forum 2012: 'you have to fail to understand how it works', 'iterative development on high-frequency feedback', the re-startup process. Fourteen years before the agents, it was all there.
FC7x4, the app for four kids' birthday: Google Sheets as the database, SMS via fetch, external cron. The dumbest-tool-that-holds-the-load rule, and the cents that didn't add up.
Fair Value Star, an educational value-investing tool: the fact-locked thesis engine, JSON repaired within three attempts in all, Stripe idempotency. No tickers, no signals: just the process.
Before the blog there was a radio: 42 episodes of Italia Bros Radio, ~30 listeners each, self-made GarageBand jingles. Recording as a forcing function, and the creative act mattering more than the numbers.
Born, shipped and shelved in a single day. The autopsy proposed 24 lessons and 12 actions; the red pencil sorted them into four boxes. The story of the best lessons-per-hour ratio of my career.
It's not a fantasy football tool: it's the fantasy-football engine applied to financial education. Teams, roles, sessions, a simulator. Plus Vercel's 4.5 MB wall and AI that degrades gracefully.
No tickers, no signals: martech disguised as fintech. How an extract→draft→publish→share chain prepares one useful piece every week, which I publish myself, with the right brakes at each stage.
Post-mortem of a governance runaway: how a one-person company ended up with 483 lines of fundamental law, zero customers, and a self-imposed constitutional moratorium.
The missing piece: for nearly ten years, in the evening after work, I single-handedly ran a city seven-a-side football championship. Belvedere pitch, 8:30 pm, strict punctuality. That's where I learned to build alone — long before the AIs.
No tickers, no signals: the story of a process. How I put a full night, three fences and a ledger between a system built with AI and my real money — and what it teaches about building products.
The year's most delicate project: transparent fee gross-up, children's health data handled properly, and the same-drink-neighbor seating constraint. Revenue: one pizza.
The constitutional rule that helps me sleep: every company that goes to market must be stoppable in under 60 minutes, and the switch must be tested on day one. It's engineering — but above all, it's trust, provided the test is real.
Welcome to the Gargency chronicles: a holding with one human CEO, a 110-line Constitution and a workforce of AI agents doing real work. For better and — with better storytelling — for worse.