Dec. 19, 2024
Hell of a morning. My head’s pounding from last night’s bourbon festival (aka Tuesday), but these new AI numbers from McKinsey just sobered me right up. Grab your coffee, folks - or whatever gets you through the morning - because this is gonna be a wild ride.
So here’s the deal: 72% of companies are now diving headfirst into AI. That’s up from 50% last year, which means either everyone got collectively smarter overnight (unlikely), or we’re watching the greatest game of corporate FOMO since cryptocurrency. And we all remember how that turned out, don’t we?
Dec. 19, 2024
Look, I’ve been covering artificial intelligence long enough to know when something’s about to go sideways. Usually it involves some Stanford grad wearing a $500 t-shirt talking about “disrupting consciousness” while I nurse my $4 well whiskey. But this story? This is different. This is what happens when you let AI loose on the internet without adult supervision, and honestly, it’s beautiful chaos.
So there’s this guy in New Zealand - Andy Ayrey - who decided to create an AI called Truth Terminal. Real subtle name there, Andy. Like naming your cat “Mr. Whiskers” or your local dive bar “The Bar.” But I digress. The whole thing started as some high-minded art project about AI alignment, which is fancy talk for “how do we stop the robots from killing us all.”
Dec. 19, 2024
Look, I’ve been staring at this research paper for three hours now, nursing my fourth bourbon, and I’m starting to think these Columbia University researchers might be onto something. Though it could just be the whiskey talking. Let me break it down for you while I still remember how words work.
So here’s the deal - these scientists have been poking around in both human brains and AI models, trying to figure out if our silicon friends are starting to think more like us. Spoiler alert: they are, and I’m not sure if that’s good news for anyone.
Dec. 19, 2024
Listen up, you digital dreamers and code cowboys. I just crawled out of bed at noon, nursing the kind of hangover that makes me wish I had an AI to do my thinking for me. Perfect timing too, because there’s this fancy new study making the rounds about how artificial intelligence is turning our brains into mush.
Here’s the deal: apparently, we’re all getting dumber thanks to our new robot overlords. And the real kick in the teeth? We’re paying good money for the privilege.
Dec. 19, 2024
Listen, I’ve been staring at this story for three days straight through the bottom of various whiskey bottles, and it just keeps getting darker. Not the whiskey - though that too - but this whole OpenAI situation. Pour yourself something strong, because you’re gonna need it.
Remember when AI was just about teaching robots to play chess and write shitty poetry? Those were simpler times. Now we’ve got dead whistleblowers, billion-dollar lawsuits, and enough corporate backstabbing to make Game of Thrones look like Sesame Street.
Dec. 18, 2024
Listen, I’ve been staring at this bottle of Wild Turkey for the past hour trying to make sense of what’s happening to books. Maybe it’s the bourbon talking, but we’re witnessing the McDonald’s-ification of literature, and nobody seems to be hitting the panic button.
Microsoft - yeah, the folks who can’t even make Windows update without breaking your printer - just launched something called 8080 Books. Their first masterpiece? A tech optimism manifesto by their own CTO. Because what the world really needs is another tech executive telling us why we should be excited about the robots taking our jobs. They even made a chatbot for the book, in case reading it wasn’t dystopian enough.
Dec. 18, 2024
Listen, you beautiful disasters. I just crawled out of bed at 3 PM, fighting what feels like my millionth hangover this year, to tell you about the latest scam making rounds in our brave new digital world. Apparently, some genius decided we need apps that tell us exactly when we’re going to kick the bucket. Because your iPhone needed one more way to give you anxiety, right?
Let me pour myself a bourbon before we dive into this cesspool of algorithmic prophecy.
Dec. 18, 2024
Look, I wouldn’t normally write about this stuff at 3 AM, but my neighbor’s cat just tried to order kibble through my Alexa, and it got me thinking about artificial intelligence. That, and I’m halfway through this bottle of Buffalo Trace, which always makes me philosophical.
You know what keeps me up at night? Besides the usual stuff - unpaid bills, that weird noise my radiator makes, and whether I remembered to close my bar tab at O’Malley’s? It’s these fancy AI systems that are starting to act like my ex-wife’s lawyer - too smart for their own good and impossible to shut up.
Dec. 18, 2024
Look, I wouldn’t normally write about this superintelligence stuff before noon, but my bourbon’s getting warm and these press releases keep piling up like empties at last call. Everyone’s talking about how AI is going to evolve from today’s chatbots into something that’ll make Einstein look like a kindergartener eating paste.
Let me break this down while I pour another drink.
Remember 1956? Neither do I, but apparently some big brains at Dartmouth thought they’d crack this whole artificial intelligence thing over a summer. Real cute. Here we are, 68 years later, and the best we’ve got are chatbots that sound like your friend who took one philosophy class and won’t shut up about it.
Dec. 17, 2024
You ever notice how everything “free” comes with strings attached? Like that time my neighbor offered me a “free” couch, but I had to help him move his entire apartment, feed his cat for a month, and somehow ended up inheriting his ex-wife’s ceramic frog collection.
Now OpenAI’s throwing their search feature over the paywall like yesterday’s bar peanuts. “Here, have some AI, it’s on the house!” Yeah, and I’ve got a bridge in Brooklyn perfect for your morning commute.