Chinese App Wants to Make Your Face Dance Like Jack Nicholson (And That's Terrifying)

Look, I just woke up from a bourbon-soaked evening to find out ByteDance - you know, the folks who brought us that brain-melting TikTok app - have figured out how to make your photos act out movie scenes. Not in that cheap puppet way your nephew’s Snapchat filters do, but actually convincing enough to make you question reality. Which, let me tell you, I’m already doing plenty of this morning.

Silicon Valley's Latest Gift to Teachers: More Homework

Posted from Jimmy’s Bar & Grill, 2:43 PM, halfway through my fourth Wild Turkey

Christ, another article about “preparing students for an AI world” just landed in my inbox like a dead rat on my doorstep. Had to order a double just to get through it.

lights cigarette

Look, I spent 12 years sorting mail at the post office while management consultants kept showing up with their “efficiency protocols” and “modernization strategies.” Now I’m watching the same song and dance with teachers, except this time it’s wearing an AI costume.

Silicon Valley's Latest Fix: AI Therapists for Election Losers (While I Drink Myself Into Oblivion)

Christ, I need another bourbon for this one. sips

Look, I just spent twenty minutes reading about Silicon Valley’s latest brilliant idea: using AI chatbots to console the losers of the upcoming presidential election. According to their math (which I checked twice, once sober, once drunk – got the same results), we’re looking at potentially 167 million sad Americans needing a shoulder to cry on.

Let me tell you something about losing. Back when I was sorting mail on the graveyard shift during the 2000 election, we didn’t have AI therapists. We had Jim from accounting who’d been through three divorces and knew how to listen. And whiskey. Lots of whiskey.

Your future AI butler is coming (and it's probably judging you)

settles in with fresh bottle, cracks knuckles over typewriter

Another day, another tech revolution. At least that’s what they’re telling us. I’m sitting here in my dimly lit apartment, nursing my third whiskey of the evening, trying to make sense of the latest promises from Silicon Valley’s dream factory.

Two OpenAI bigwigs, Olivier Godement and Romain Huet - names that sound like they belong on wine bottles I couldn’t afford even in my postal worker days - are touring the world like tech evangelists. They’re spreading the good word about something called “AI agents,” and boy, do they have a story to tell.