Nov. 16, 2024
Listen up, you beautiful disaster of a readership. While I’m nursing my fourth bourbon of the evening, let me tell you about the latest circus act in our digital nightmare. The Information - usually a solid source when they’re not huffing unicorn farts - dropped a bombshell claiming AI progress is hitting a wall. Cute story. Real cute.
Here’s what’s got everyone’s panties in a twist: supposedly, OpenAI’s next big thing, Project Orion, isn’t the revolutionary leap forward we were promised. The improvements are “smaller” compared to the jump between GPT-3 and GPT-4. And the kicker? It might actually be worse at coding than its predecessor. Oh, the humanity.
Nov. 16, 2024
Another day, another tech executive having an existential crisis. This time it’s Eric Schmidt, former Google CEO, warning us that artificial intelligence might start cooking up deadly viruses in its spare time. And here I thought my microwave plotting against me was just the bourbon talking.
Look, Schmidt’s not entirely wrong. He’s suggesting we might need to guard AI labs the same way we guard nuclear facilities - with armed personnel and enough firepower to make a small country nervous. The kicker? He thinks we might need to actually “pull the plug” if things get dicey. Because apparently, the off switch is going to be our last line of defense against synthetic biology gone wrong.
Nov. 16, 2024
Man, my head is pounding something fierce this morning, but these leaked emails from OpenAI’s early days are better entertainment than the usual bar fights I witness. Pour yourself a drink - you’re gonna need it.
Let me break down this circus of egos and billions for you, because beneath all the corporate speak and “save humanity” rhetoric, this is basically a really expensive version of high school drama. Except instead of fighting over who gets to sit at the cool kids’ table, they’re fighting over who gets to potentially control the robot apocalypse.
Nov. 16, 2024
Listen, it’s 2PM on a Tuesday and I’m already three bourbons deep at O’Malley’s, trying to make sense of this latest think piece about AI being neither good nor bad. The kind of revelatory insight that makes you wonder if water is wet or if hangovers really do get worse with age (spoiler alert: they absolutely do).
But here’s the thing - between sips of Kentucky’s finest, I’m starting to think they might actually be onto something here. Let me break it down for you while I still have enough cognitive function to string sentences together.
Nov. 16, 2024
Look, I’d love to write this piece stone-cold sober, but some stories require at least three fingers of bourbon just to process. This is one of them.
Google’s latest AI wonderchild, Gemini-Exp-1114 (clearly named by someone who never had to say it out loud in a bar), just claimed the top spot in AI benchmarks. Pop the champagne, right? Well, hold onto your overpriced ergonomic chairs, because this story’s got more twists than my stomach after dollar shot night.
Nov. 16, 2024
Look, I’m nursing the mother of all hangovers right now, but even through the bourbon haze, I can tell this is something worth talking about. MIT’s latest breakthrough has me questioning whether I should’ve spent less time drinking and more time teaching my neighbor’s chihuahua to climb stairs. But here we are.
So here’s the deal: MIT’s brainiacs just taught a robot dog to walk, climb, and chase balls without ever setting foot (paw?) in the real world. They did it all in a simulation cooked up by AI. And the real kicker? The damn thing works better than most approaches that use actual real-world data. Meanwhile, I still trip over my own feet walking to the liquor store.
Nov. 15, 2024
Look, I’ve seen some weird stuff through the bottom of a whiskey glass, but watching a robot sort laundry while venture capitalists nearly wet themselves with excitement is a new one. Welcome to Web Summit 2023, where the future apparently smells like fabric softener and desperation.
Let me set the scene: I’m nursing the worst hangover Lisbon’s wine culture could deliver, watching a humanoid called Digit (real creative name there, folks) sort T-shirts by color. The crowd’s going wild like they’re watching the second coming, when in reality, it’s doing something my grandmother mastered sometime around the Truman administration.
Nov. 15, 2024
Listen, I’ve been staring at this research paper for three hours now, nursing the worst bourbon headache of my life, but I think I’ve figured out something important: we’re making scientists absolutely miserable in the name of progress. And honestly, that’s the most human thing I’ve heard all week.
Here’s the deal: some fancy research lab gave their scientists an AI tool to help discover new materials. Great idea, right? The numbers are impressive - 44% more materials discovered, 39% more patents filed. Hell, even product innovation went up 17%. My liver does worse math than that.
Nov. 15, 2024
Christ, what a week. I’m sitting here at 3 AM, staring at my laptop screen through bourbon-blurred vision, trying to make sense of what might be the most Gen Z thing I’ve ever had to write about. And believe me, I’ve covered NFT-powered cat breeding games.
So here’s the deal: Remember that “Hawk Tuah” viral sensation? No? Well, join the club. I had to Google it too, and I’m supposedly paid to know this stuff. Turns out some 22-year-old named Hailey Welch made a video that went viral, and now she’s launching an AI dating app called â I swear I’m not making this up â “Pookie Tool.”
Nov. 15, 2024
Listen, you beautiful disaster of a reader. I’ve got something to tell you about AI agents, and you might want to pour yourself a stiff drink first. I know I have - three fingers of bourbon, neat, sitting right here next to my keyboard as I type this out at 2 AM because sleep is for people who haven’t seen the future I’m about to describe.
Let me cut through the BS we’re being fed about AI adoption in small businesses. You know those surveys claiming everyone and their grandmother is using AI? Pure hogwash. Most small business owners I know are still using ChatGPT like a fancy spell-checker, trying to write better emails to customers who ghosted them three weeks ago.