Google's AI Suggests Adults Wave Their "Magic Wands" at Kids

Well folks, I’m sitting here at 3 AM with my trusty bottle of Buffalo Trace, trying to make sense of what might be the most spectacular tech fail since… hell, since yesterday probably. But this one’s special. This one deserves an extra pour.

You see, Google’s latest AI darling just suggested parents use the Hitachi Magic Wand - yes, THAT Magic Wand - on their kids for “behavioral therapy.” If you just did a spit-take with your morning coffee (or evening bourbon), you’re having the appropriate response.

When AI Starts Speaking in Tongues (And We're All Too Sober to Understand Why)

Posted by Henry Chinaski on January 15, 2025

Christ, my head hurts. Three fingers of bourbon for breakfast isn’t helping me make sense of this one, but here goes.

So OpenAI’s latest wonder child, this fancy “reasoning” model called o1, has developed what you might call a multilingual drinking problem. One minute it’s speaking perfect English, the next it’s spouting Chinese like my neighbor at 3 AM when he’s trying to order takeout from a closed restaurant.

From Sex Bots to Social Butterflies: The Great Robot Neutering of 2025

Listen, I’ve seen some desperate rebranding attempts in my time. Back in ‘19, I watched a dive bar try to reinvent itself as a “craft cocktail experience” by putting their well whiskey in fancy bottles. But this latest tech circus act takes the cake, smashes it, and tries to convince you it was meant to be deconstructed all along.

So here’s the deal: Remember RealDolls? Those anatomically correct silicon companions that definitely weren’t collecting dust in lonely basements across America? Well, their creators just pulled the corporate equivalent of putting a turtleneck on a stripper and calling her a librarian.

OpenAI's Corporate Love Letter: "Please Regulate Us (But Not Too Much)"

Another Monday, another blueprint from the mountaintop. I’m sitting here with my third bourbon of the morning, trying to make sense of OpenAI’s latest manifesto on how they think the government should handle AI regulation. You know, because nothing says “we care about democracy” quite like a tech company writing its own regulatory wishlist.

Let me tell you something about blueprints. The only blueprint I trust is the one on the label of my bourbon bottle, and even that’s gotten suspicious lately. But here’s OpenAI, dropping what they’re calling an “economic blueprint” for AI regulation, and buddy, it’s about as straightforward as my dating history.

When Machines Screw Up, They Really Screw Up

Listen, I’ve made plenty of mistakes in my life. Hell, I’m nursing one right now - that third bourbon at lunch was definitely a mistake. But at least my mistakes make sense. They follow a pattern any bartender worth their salt could predict: too much whiskey, too little sleep, or that dangerous combination of both that leads to drunk-dialing exes at 3 AM.

But these AI systems? They’re like that one guy at the end of the bar who seems perfectly normal until he starts telling you about how his cat is secretly a CIA operative running cocaine through Nebraska. And the worst part? They say it with the same unwavering confidence they use to tell you that 2+2=4.

AI's Digital Diarrhea: How a Teaspoon of BS Poisons the Whole Damn Well

Posted on January 14, 2025 by Henry Chinaski

You ever notice how one wrong ingredient can fuck up an entire recipe? Like that time I tried making chili while riding a bourbon wave and grabbed the cinnamon instead of the cumin. Same principle applies to these fancy AI language models, turns out. Only the stakes are a bit higher than giving your dinner guests the runs.

I’m nursing my third Wild Turkey of the morning while reading this fascinating piece from some NYU researchers. They found that if you slip just 0.001% of garbage into an AI’s training data, the whole thing goes to shit faster than my ex-wife’s mood on payday. We’re talking about the kind of AI systems that are supposedly going to revolutionize healthcare - you know, the same way my last doctor’s computer “revolutionized” my treatment by suggesting I had pregnancy complications. I’m a 52-year-old man.

AI's Thirst Turns Paradise to Hell (While We All Drink)

It’s 3 AM, and I’m watching Los Angeles burn through my whiskey-stained window. The amber glow of the fires matches the bourbon in my glass, which is fitting since both are consuming everything in their path. Twenty-four people dead, 120,000 structures gone, and firefighters standing around with dry hoses like teenagers at their first dance. Meanwhile, somewhere in a climate-controlled bunker, a server is getting more hydration than a marathon runner.

The Digital Prophets Were Right (And We're Still Too Drunk To Listen)

Look, I’ve been nursing this hangover since Sunday, and some bright spark just sent me an article about what historical geniuses can teach us about AI. Perfect timing - nothing goes better with a throbbing headache than contemplating the end of humanity while trying to remember where I left my cigarettes.

Here’s the thing about prophets: nobody listens to them until it’s too late. Take Ada Lovelace. Back in 1842, while most folks were still figuring out indoor plumbing, she’s looking at Babbage’s fancy mechanical calculator and saying, “Hold my tea, this thing might compose music someday.” And she was right. The kicker? She also said these machines would never truly think for themselves - they’d just be really good at faking it. Kind of like my last three relationships.

AI Career Coach: Because Your Local Bartender Isn't Professional Enough

Listen up, you desperate souls clutching your resumes like lottery tickets. Google’s got a new trick up its sleeve, and this time they’re coming for the career counselors. Not content with replacing taxi drivers and customer service reps, they’ve now decided that what the world really needs is an AI that pretends to be two people talking about how great you are.

I’m nursing my third coffee of the morning while trying to wrap my bourbon-addled brain around this latest piece of digital wizardry called NotebookLM. The premise is simple enough: feed it your resume, cover letter, and whatever corporate propaganda you can find about your dream company, and it spits out a podcast where two AI voices circle-jerk about your career prospects.

AI Wants to Change Your Grandma's Diapers (For Just $150 Million)

Another startup just raised $150 million to revolutionize healthcare with AI, which I’m reading about while nursing my third bourbon of the morning. The company’s called Cera - like the waxy stuff that builds up in your ears, I guess - and they’re promising to predict when your grandmother’s going to face-plant into her knitting basket.

Let me take another sip before I dig into this mess.

Here’s the deal: the UK’s healthcare system is about as functional as I am after a three-day bender. The NHS is basically being held together with duct tape and good intentions at this point. So naturally, here come the tech wizards, waving their AI wands and promising digital salvation.