AI: Augmenting the Suits, Not the Souls

So, another Monday rolls around. Another day closer to the grave, and another shot of whiskey in my coffee. I need it after reading this gem from some suit named Marc Cortés, “Director of the Executive Master in Digital Business” at some place called Esade. Fancy title. Probably never had a real job in his life. He’s peddling this idea that AI isn’t going to steal our jobs, but make us “augmented professionals.” Yeah, right. Like putting a gold star on a turd.

AI: The New Cold War, or Just Another Hangover Waiting to Happen?

Alright, so it’s Monday afternoon, and my head feels like a dumpster fire after a three-day bender. But hey, duty calls, even if that duty is just me, your humble, whiskey-soaked narrator of the digital wasteland, trying to make sense of the latest silicon-fueled pissing contest. This time, it’s about AI, naturally. Because what else would the world’s powers be squabbling over?

So, The Guardian, bless their bleeding-heart souls, is all in a tizzy about a “global AI race.” Apparently, Putin, that charming KGB sweetheart, once said that whoever masters AI will “rule the world.” Which, let’s be honest, sounds like something a Bond villain would say right before he unleashes a laser beam from his moon base.

AI: Your New Wingman (Or Just Another Buzzkill?)

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.

Lone Star Lemonade: Texas Sours on AI

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.

Uncle Sam Wants YOU... Out of a Job!

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?

Robodoc Will See You Now: Another Prescription for Disaster

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?

AI, Copyright, and Other Bullshit: The Suits Are Coming for Your Soul

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.

Woke Up, Smoked Up, So Now AI's All Choked Up?

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.

AI: Another Industry Grinding Humans into Dust

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.

Cheap Chinese Chips: Is This the End of the World as We Know It?

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.