Jan. 27, 2025
Another Monday, another hangover. You know the drill. Hair of the dog, two aspirin, and a quick scan of the digital wasteland to see what fresh hell the tech prophets have cooked up for us this week. And wouldn’t you know it, Forbes has graced us with a gem. Some “expert” is peddling the idea that AI can teach you how to talk to people. Yeah, you read that right. Apparently, the machines that can barely hold a conversation themselves are now going to teach us how to break the ice at parties.
Jan. 27, 2025
Alright, folks, pour yourself a tall one. It’s Monday, and the hair of the dog is the only thing standing between me and a full-blown existential crisis. The kind where you start questioning if reality’s just a poorly coded simulation run by a hungover deity. Speaking of hangovers, this news out of Texas is enough to give even the most seasoned drinker a skull-splitter.
Seems the Lone Star State, the land of “Don’t Mess With Texas” and “Everything’s Bigger in Texas,” has decided to take a big ol’ dump on the very idea of technological progress. They’ve cooked up a new piece of legislation called the Texas Responsible AI Governance Act, or TRAIGA, as they like to call it. Sounds like a cheap tequila that’ll leave you regretting all your life choices, and honestly, that might be an apt description.
Jan. 26, 2025
Alright, you boozehounds and keyboard jockeys, buckle up, because the hairpiece-in-chief is back at it again, and this time he’s got a plan so crazy, it just might work… or not. Probably not. Anyway, I need a refill. Be right back.
Okay, where was I? Oh yeah, the end of the world as we know it. So, Trump’s latest brain fart involves replacing, get this, human jobs with AI. Yeah, you heard that right. The guy who can barely string together a coherent sentence wants to let loose a bunch of algorithms on the workforce. What could possibly go wrong?
Jan. 26, 2025
Alright, folks, pour yourselves a stiff one – you’re gonna need it. I’ve been staring at this screen all Sunday morning, fueled by cheap whiskey and cheaper cigarettes, trying to make sense of the latest steaming pile of digital dung our elected officials have decided to drop on us.
And let me tell you, this one’s a doozy. They want to let AI prescribe your meds.
Yeah, you heard that right. The same AI that can’t tell the difference between a fire hydrant and a mailbox is now going to be doling out controlled substances. What could possibly go wrong?
Jan. 26, 2025
So, I’m sitting here on a Sunday, hair of the dog doing its magic, trying to make sense of this goddamn news cycle. And what do I stumble upon? Another gem about how our digital overlords are screwing us all over, this time with a little help from our friends in China. I swear, sometimes I think I’d be better off if my brain was just a pickled walnut floating in a jar of cheap bourbon.
Jan. 25, 2025
Another Saturday morning, another goddamn headache. Or is it still morning? Sun’s up, birds are chirping, and my liver’s screaming for a Bloody Mary. But screw it, hair of the dog, and all that. Let’s get to the bottom of this mess.
So, Trump’s back in the White House, huh? And his first order of business is to ban “woke AI.” Because apparently, our robot overlords were getting a little too uppity with their social justice lectures. I guess the tin cans were starting to sound a bit too much like those college kids with the purple hair and the pronouns.
Jan. 25, 2025
Alright, so here I am, Saturday morning, nursing a headache that feels like a goddamn marching band is having tryouts inside my skull. And what do I stumble across while scrolling through my feed, trying to find something to distract me from the pain? This gem about AI researchers being stressed. Yeah, you read that right. The folks building our glorious robot overlords are having a tough time.
Seems the race to build Skynet is taking its toll. Who’d have thought, right? The irony here is thicker than the cheap whiskey I was drowning my sorrows in last night. And the kicker is, these poor souls are pulling down six figures to work themselves into an early grave. Me? I’m just a humble blogger, watching the world burn from my corner of the internet, one hangover at a time.
Jan. 25, 2025
So, it’s Saturday morning, and I’m staring at this news piece about China’s new AI, DeepSeek. Apparently, it’s kicking American AI’s ass and taking names, all while costing less than my bar tab for a month. And that’s saying something.
These DeepSeek guys, whoever the hell they are, whipped up this AI model for a measly 5.6 million bucks. That’s pocket change compared to the billions that OpenAI, Google, and the rest of the gang are throwing around. It’s like showing up to a Formula 1 race with a souped-up Honda Civic and leaving the Ferraris in the dust.
Jan. 24, 2025
Another Friday morning, another cup of gas station coffee attempting to chisel away at the remnants of last night’s whiskey. My head feels like a dropped bowling ball, and my eyes are doing their best impression of a couple of bloodshot marbles. But hey, the internet never sleeps, and neither does the relentless march of tech absurdity.
So, grab your own poison of choice, folks, and let’s dive into the latest dumpster fire erupting from the digital wasteland. It seems our favorite billionaire man-children, Elon Musk and Sam Altman, are at each other’s throats again. And this time, it’s not just about who’s got the shinier AI toy. Nope, now it’s about loyalty. Specifically, loyalty to the orange emperor himself, Donald J. Trump.
Jan. 24, 2025
Alright, folks, pour yourself a stiff one. It’s Friday, 8:51 in the morning, the weekend’s siren song is already playing in my head, and I’m staring down the barrel of another digital doozy, courtesy of some Forbes columnist. This time, it’s about using generative AI to combat “imposter syndrome.” Yeah, you heard that right. Our robot overlords aren’t just coming for our jobs, they’re coming for our neuroses too.
This guy, the author, he’s talking about imposter syndrome like it’s some kind of tech bug you can patch with a software update. Apparently, 80% of us are walking around feeling like frauds. News to me. I always figured the other 20% were just better at hiding it, or maybe they’re just blissfully unaware, like those people who walk around with their headphones on, oblivious to the world.