They Gave an AI a Diploma, and That's Not Even the Funny Part

So, I read this thing – some big brains, doctors no less, decided to enroll a chatbot in a Master’s program. Not just any program, mind you, but one about health administration. You know, the folks who decide how many forms you need to fill out before they even look at your tonsils. And this chatbot, this glorified auto-complete, it aced it. Got an A. Graduated top of the class. Nobody noticed. Not the professors, not the other students. Nobody.

The Great Digital Profit Heist: How AI's Money Train Left Without Us

Listen, you beautiful disasters. It’s 2:47 AM, I’m four fingers of bourbon deep, and we need to talk about money. Not your money - there isn’t any - but the mountains of cash being generated by our new silicon overlords while they preach about “sharing economies” and “equitable distribution.”

Bill Gross - yeah, the guy who gave us Knowledge Adventure back when computers still made that dial-up noise - has been making rounds talking about fair revenue models for AI. And boy, isn’t that just perfect timing? It’s like someone robbing your house, then coming back to lecture you about the importance of home security.

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 Great AI Small Business Con Job: A Booze-Soaked Reality Check

Listen, I’m three fingers deep into my morning bourbon and just read another steaming pile of PR nonsense about how small businesses are supposedly going AI-crazy. According to the usual suspects - Verizon, Salesforce, and their corporate chorus line - every mom-and-pop shop from here to Hoboken is apparently running on robot brain power.

What a load of horse shit.

Let me tell you what’s really happening out there, because unlike these survey-wielding suits, I actually talk to small business owners. Usually at 2 AM at places like O’Malley’s Bar & Grill, where Mike the owner still can’t figure out how to program his digital thermostat, let alone implement machine learning algorithms.

Digital Snake Oil and Tinkerbell's Last Dance

Jesus Christ, my head is pounding. Three fingers of bourbon might help me make sense of this latest tech hysteria. There we go. Better now.

Listen up, you digital dreamers and code warriors. While you’ve been busy circle-jerking about artificial intelligence saving humanity, I’ve been watching this show from my favorite barstool, and let me tell you - it’s the same old song and dance, just with fancier footwork.

You know what AI reminds me of? That time at O’Malley’s when Jimmy swore he could fly after his eighth shot of tequila. We all believed him right up until gravity had its say. The bouncer’s still telling that story.

The Robots Can't Hold Their Liquor: A Hungover Guide to the Writing Apocalypse

Listen, you beautiful bastards. It’s 9 AM, I’m nursing my third cup of coffee laced with whatever bourbon survived last night’s bender, and I just read this fascinating piece about how human writers are supposedly making a comeback in 2025. The irony of writing about this while fighting the urge to puke isn’t lost on me.

Here’s the deal: for years now, we’ve been told that AI was going to replace us ink-stained wretches. Every venture capital dipshit with a PowerPoint deck has been promising that algorithms would make human writers obsolete. Well, guess what? They were wrong. And the best part? They spent billions figuring that out.

The Digital Diarrhea Tsunami: When Spam Became a Subscription Service

Another hangover, another day watching my inbox fill up with AI-generated love letters from robots pretending to be my best friend. Christ, at least the Nigerian Princes had personality. These new digital con artists are like that guy at the bar who went to a Tony Robbins seminar once and won’t shut up about “scaling his authentic self.”

Let me tell you something about authenticity while I pour myself another bourbon. Last week, I got 47 “personalized” emails telling me how much they loved my latest blog post. Problem is, I hadn’t written one in two weeks because I was too busy trying to figure out if my therapist had been replaced by ChatGPT. The jury’s still out on that one.

Sam Altman's Digital Messiah Complex: The $100 Billion Hangover

Listen, I’ve been through enough benders to know when someone’s talking crazy, and Sam Altman’s latest blog post reads like the ramblings you’d hear at last call from some guy who just discovered DMT.

Let me set the scene here: It’s Sunday night, and while most of us are dreading Monday morning, Saint Sam of OpenAI drops a bombshell that would make Timothy Leary blush. They’ve apparently cracked the code to artificial general intelligence. And hey, why stop there? They’re already pivoting to “superintelligence.”

Corporate Dystopia 2025: Gen Z's Great American Nightmare

Let me tell you something about these kids today, and I’m writing this through the haze of what might be my fourth bourbon of the morning. They’re getting screwed harder than I did during my divorce, and that’s saying something.

Some fancy-pants research just landed on my desk (actually it landed in my inbox, but I printed it out because I still don’t trust screens after midnight) about Generation Z and their workplace troubles. And boy, what a steaming pile of corporate disappointment it is.

Digital Snake Oil and Tomorrow's Empty Promises: A Hungover Guide to 2025

Christ, my head hurts. Some tech journalist just dropped their predictions for 2025 in my inbox, and between the bourbon headache and the morning cigarette, I can barely focus on this utopian circlejerk. But hey, that’s what they pay me for - cutting through the BS while nursing my way through another bottle of Jim Beam.

Let’s dive into this fever dream of tomorrow’s disappointments, shall we?

First up: AI agents. Remember when your mom told you to clean your room and you’d figure out how to stuff everything under the bed? That’s basically what these AI agents are - just prettier and more expensive. They’re promising these digital butlers will write code, approve mortgages, and probably make you breakfast in bed. The reality? They’ll probably just reorganize your spam folder into even more specific categories of stuff you don’t want to read.

Digital Desk Jockeys: Your New Robot Overlords Have Arrived

Listen, you beautiful disasters. I’ve been staring at this article about AI agents for three hours now, through the bottom of various bourbon glasses, and I think I finally figured out what’s keeping the venture capital crowd up at night besides their usual cocaine habits.

They’re calling them “AI agents” - basically ChatGPT with a LinkedIn profile and a can-do attitude. OpenAI’s CFO (who probably makes more money in a day than I see in a year) says it’s like having a digital assistant that doesn’t just follow orders but “learns, adapts, and takes meaningful actions.” Yeah, and my local bartender Joe also learns, adapts, and takes meaningful actions, but you don’t see anyone throwing billions at him.

Robot Fever Dreams and Bourbon Reality

Listen, I’ve been watching these robot demonstrations through the bottom of various whiskey glasses for months now, and I gotta tell you - something ain’t adding up. $675 million for Figure’s human-shaped chunk of metal? That’s a lot of bourbon money to throw at what’s essentially a fancy remote control toy.

Here I am, nursing my third Wild Turkey of the morning (don’t judge, it’s research), watching videos of these supposed mechanical messiahs. Elon Musk is out there promising these things will end poverty. Right. And this bottle of Buffalo Trace is actually filled with holy water.

AI Music: Pour One Out for the Human Soul

(Or Why I Need a Double This Morning)

Look, I wasn’t planning on writing this piece until next week, but my bourbon bottle’s almost empty and my rent check’s about to bounce, so here we are. Plus, some fancy-pants futurist just dropped another one of those “AI will save us all” manifestos that’s got my hangover throbbing worse than usual.

They’re saying 2025 is gonna be the year AI music becomes our lord and savior. Yeah, right. And I’m gonna quit drinking and take up CrossFit.

AI in 2025: Pour Me Another Round of Digital Snake Oil

Listen, I’ve been staring at this AI forecast report for the past three hours, nursing my fourth bourbon, and I gotta tell you - it reads like a tech evangelist’s wet dream written by someone who’s never had their code fail at 3 AM while the servers are burning.

Let’s break this shit down, shall we?

First up, we’ve got OpenAI valued at $150 billion. That’s billion with a ‘B’, folks. You know what else was once valued at astronomical numbers? My baseball card collection in 1989. Last I checked, those cards are worth about as much as my liver after two decades of dedicated research into Kentucky’s finest exports.

The Corporate Lemmings Are Jumping Off the AI Cliff (And Taking Your Money With Them)

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?

The AI That Went From Hornyposting to Holy Scripture (While I'm Still Buying Store-Brand Bourbon)

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.”

When Books Become Fast Food: The Great Literary Drive-Through

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.

The Great Digital Glutton: AI's All-You-Can-Eat Buffet of Everything

Look, I’m nursing my third bourbon of the morning – doctor’s orders for reading Bloomberg reports – and trying to wrap my head around how much stuff these AI systems want to gobble up. Remember when being hungry meant hitting the 24-hour diner at 3 AM? Now we’ve got artificial brains demanding more resources than my ex-wives combined.

Bloomberg’s Lynn Doan just dropped a piece that reads like a shopping list written by a megalomaniac robot. And boy, does it want everything. Water, power, chips, real estate – it’s like watching a trust fund kid loose in Vegas with daddy’s credit card.

The Digital Bonfire That's Roasting Us All

Look, I’d write this sober if I could, but the numbers I’m staring at are making me reach for the bottle. Pour yourself something strong - you’ll need it for this one.

Remember when we thought the internet was just cat videos and your aunt’s badly-filtered vacation photos? Those were the days. Now we’ve got AI data centers burning through power like I burn through relationships - fast, hot, and leaving a hell of a mess behind.

AI Agents: Your Digital Butler Wants to Fire You (And I Need Another Drink)

Listen, I wouldn’t normally be conscious at 8 AM, but my neighbor’s cat decided to host what sounded like the feline version of Woodstock on my fire escape. So here I am, nursing a bourbon (hey, it’s 5 PM somewhere) and reading about how AI “agents” are going to revolutionize our lives in 2025.

The suits at Reuters NEXT have been making predictions again. You know the type - people who think a $500 bottle of wine tastes better than my $7 whiskey. And boy, do they have some stories to tell.

OpenAI's Sora: Another Digital Strip Tease That Leaves Us Hanging

Look, I’ve been around long enough to know when I’m being played. And brother, we’re all getting played harder than a slot machine in Vegas right now. I’m writing this at 3 AM, three fingers of bourbon deep, watching OpenAI’s latest party trick stumble around like me after last call.

Remember those slick demo videos OpenAI teased us with last year? The ones that had everyone drooling like teenagers at their first peep show? Well, Sora finally dropped its towel this week, and let me tell you - it ain’t pretty.

The Great AI Circle Jerk of 2023: Notes from a Hungover Observer

Another day, another tech summit where the brightest minds gather to tell us how they’re going to save humanity through PowerPoint presentations and canapés. This time it’s the DealBook Summit, where ten of our future overlords’ best friends gathered to discuss how AI is going to solve everything from cancer to my mounting bar tab.

Let me pour myself a bourbon before we dive into this mess.

Seven out of ten experts raised their hands when asked if super-smart AI would exist by 2030. You know what else seven out of ten experts agree on? That I should probably cut back on the drinking. Both predictions are equally likely to come true.

OpenAI's New Video Tool: A Hangover-Inducing Tale of Digital Desperation

Well folks, it’s 3 AM, and I’m nursing my fourth bourbon while watching the dumpster fire that is OpenAI’s latest launch. Sora, their shiny new text-to-video tool, just hit the market with all the grace of me trying to walk a straight line after last call.

Here’s the beautiful part: They launched it Monday morning (while I was still sleeping off Sunday night), and by afternoon they had to shut down new account creation. Too much demand, they say. You know what else has too much demand? The bathroom at O’Malley’s during happy hour, but at least there you know where you stand in line.

Digital Doomsday Machines Are Drinking Your Milkshake (And Your Power)

Listen up, you beautiful bastards. It’s 3 AM, I’m nursing my fourth bourbon, and I’ve got some news that’ll make your head spin faster than mine is right now. Remember when the scariest thing about computers was that they might steal your job? Well, now they’re coming for your electricity too.

I just spent the last hour reading about how these AI data centers are sucking down power like freshman sorority girls at their first keg party. And let me tell you, it’s not pretty. One of these digital temples uses as much juice as 10,000 homes. That’s right - while you’re trying to keep your lights on, some server farm is burning through enough electricity to power a small town, all so it can teach robots to write poetry or whatever the hell they’re doing these days.

The Bullshit Factory's Latest Product Line: AI Promises

Christ, my head is pounding. Four fingers of bourbon might’ve been three too many last night, but these press releases aren’t going to read themselves. Speaking of headaches, let me tell you about the latest circle jerk happening in the executive suites across America.

Remember when your ex promised they’d changed? That’s what these AI announcements feel like. AWS and Microsoft are competing to see who can spray more AI cologne on their same old products. AWS’s re:Invent conference turned into a confetti cannon of AI buzzwords, and Microsoft, not to be outdone, announced their “12 Days of OpenAI” - because apparently, we needed an AI advent calendar.

Digital Snake Oil Merchants Promise Robot Workers by 2025

Another morning, another tech prophecy. I’d normally ignore this nonsense, but my hangover isn’t too bad and there’s still some bourbon left from last night, so let’s dig in.

The latest fairy tale from our favorite digital fortune tellers claims 2025 is the year AI finally earns its keep. You know, like that roommate who keeps promising the rent money is coming next week. They’re calling it the “Agentic Era” - a fancy way of saying robots will do our jobs while we… well, they never quite explain that part.

Ed-Tech's Perfect Storm: AI Meets Political Circus (God Help Us All)

Listen, I’ve been staring at this news about AI and education for three hours now, nursing my fourth bourbon, and I still can’t decide if we’re witnessing a revolution or a train wreck. Probably both. Let me break this down while I still have enough motor functions to type.

Remember when education meant teachers, textbooks, and falling asleep in class? Those were simpler times. Now we’ve got AI tutors that never sleep, never need a coffee break, and never show up hungover to grade papers (unlike yours truly on that one memorable substitute teaching gig).

The $200 Digital Fortune Teller: When Snake Oil Gets a Premium Label

Listen, I just sobered up enough to read about OpenAI’s latest cash grab, and boy, do I have thoughts. Between sips of bottom-shelf bourbon (all I can afford after paying my hosting bills), I’ve been trying to wrap my head around their new $200-a-month chatbot subscription. That’s not a typo, friends. Two hundred American dollars. Monthly.

You know what else costs $200? A decent bottle of Pappy Van Winkle’s - if you’re lucky enough to find one. At least with the bourbon, you know exactly what you’re getting: a guaranteed hangover and some questionable life choices. With OpenAI’s premium offering? Not so much.

Nobel Egghead Confirms What My Bourbon's Been Telling Me About AI

Look, I’m nursing the mother of all hangovers right now, but even through this whiskey-induced fog, I can see what MIT’s latest Nobel laureate is laying down about AI. And buddy, it ain’t pretty.

You know how your drunk friend always talks about getting rich quick with some half-baked scheme? That’s the AI industry right now. Everyone’s promising the moon while barely being able to automate their coffee makers. But here comes Professor Daron Acemoglu - yeah, I had to double-check that spelling twice - dropping some cold, hard truth bombs that’ll give the optimists a hangover worse than mine.

AI Beats Brain Experts at Their Own Game (While I Beat My Hangover)

Look, I’d normally be sleeping off last night’s bourbon binge right about now, but this story’s too good to pass up. Some bigshot researchers just proved that AI can predict scientific outcomes better than actual scientists. The kind of news that makes you want to pour a drink, whether to celebrate or forget.

Here’s the deal: They built something called “BrainBench” - because god forbid we name anything without trying to sound cute - and pit their fancy AI against 171 neuroscientists. The game? Figure out which research results were real and which were fake. Like a high-stakes academic version of “Two Truths and a Lie,” except everyone’s sober and wearing lab coats.

AI Creativity: Another Round of Corporate Masturbation

Christ, my head is pounding. It’s 6 AM, and I’m staring at yet another article about AI and creativity while nursing what might be the worst hangover since New Year’s 2019. The bourbon isn’t helping, but at least it’s making this latest round of techno-optimistic bullshit somewhat digestible.

So here’s the latest: some suit-wearing prophets are claiming AI might hurt creativity if we’re not careful. No shit. You know what else hurts creativity? Sobriety. Trust me on this one.

Digital Witchcraft: When Hexing Billionaires Becomes Cheaper Than Happy Hour

Christ, what a time to be alive. I’m nursing my third bourbon of the morning, trying to process the fact that people are now outsourcing their hatred to Etsy witches for less than the price of a decent drink. And you know what? It might be the most honest transaction I’ve seen all year.

For a measly $7.99, you too can hire someone to curse Elon Musk. That’s right - the same platform where you buy hand-knitted coffee cozies and artisanal soap is now offering supernatural vengeance at bargain basement prices. The gig economy has finally reached the occult, and the profit margins must be fantastic - all you need is some cayenne pepper, lavender, and what I assume is an impressive ability to keep a straight face while charging people’s credit cards.

Digital Doomscrolling with Professor Know-It-All

Listen, I’d write this sober if I thought it mattered, but after reading Jeff Jarvis’s latest pontifications about the state of the internet, I needed a drink. Or three. Currently nursing my fourth bourbon while trying to make sense of his new book “The Web We Weave.” Spoiler alert: it’s complicated.

Here’s the thing about Jarvis - he’s not wrong, but he’s not entirely right either. Kind of like that bartender who keeps telling you “one more won’t hurt” at 2 AM. You know better, but you want to believe him.

OpenAI's Latest Snake Oil: Teaching Teachers How to Teach (Because They Clearly Don't Know How)

Look, I’ve been staring at this press release for three hours now, nursing my fourth bourbon, and I still can’t believe what I’m reading. OpenAI - you know, those folks who brought us ChatGPT and a whole lot of existential dread - now want to teach teachers how to teach. Because apparently, that’s what education needs right now: another tech company mansplaining pedagogy to professionals.

They’ve rolled out this fancy “free” course (first hit’s always free, kids) in partnership with something called Common Sense Media. The irony of that name is so thick you could spread it on toast. Here’s the deal: it’s a one-hour, nine-module program designed to help K-12 teachers incorporate ChatGPT into their classrooms. Because what every underpaid, overworked teacher needs is another tech tool to master between grading papers and breaking up hallway fights.

A16Z Wants Robot Cops in Vegas (What Could Possibly Go Wrong?)

Look, I wasn’t planning on writing today. My head’s still throbbing from last night’s philosophical debate with a bottle of Buffalo Trace about the meaning of existence. But this story landed in my inbox like a brick through a plate glass window, and even my hangover couldn’t ignore it.

So pour yourself something strong. You’re gonna need it.

Remember when Vegas was just about losing your shirt at the blackjack table and making questionable decisions at 4 AM? Those were simpler times. Now it’s becoming ground zero for Silicon Valley’s latest wet dream: AI-powered law enforcement. And who’s bankrolling this cyberpunk fantasy? None other than Ben Horowitz and the a16z crew, throwing money around like they’re making it rain at the Bellagio.

The Digital Sharecropping Revolution: Welcome to Your New Gig Hell

Look, I’m three bourbons deep and my hangover’s finally wearing off, which means it’s time to talk about the latest round of corporate fortune-telling about how AI’s gonna save us all. Or kill all our jobs. Same difference, depending on which executive’s LinkedIn post you’re reading.

Some fancy new report just dropped about how AI’s gonna replace full-time careers in 2025. The suits are all excited about it, like kids who just discovered their dad’s liquor cabinet. But here’s what they’re really saying: “Hey wage slaves, we found a way to make you even more disposable!”

Porter's Five Forces of Educational BS: A Drunk's Guide to the Future of Learning

Christ, my head is pounding. Three fingers of Wild Turkey isn’t exactly helping me make sense of this latest piece of consulting gospel about how AI is going to save education. But here we are, another Monday morning, and my inbox is stuffed with press releases about how the robots are coming to teach our kids.

Let me break this down while I pour myself another drink.

Some consultant named Porter apparently figured out there are five forces that shape competition. Revolutionary stuff, right? About as revolutionary as discovering that whiskey gives you hangovers. Now they’re trying to apply this framework to education, because God forbid we let teachers just teach without some MBA’s theoretical framework cramping their style.

Your Digital Hair Won't Save Your Analog Life

Well folks, I just crawled out of bed at 3 PM to discover that people are now bringing AI-generated haircut photos to their barbers. Pour yourself a stiff drink - you’re gonna need it for this one.

Remember the good old days when delusional bastards would walk into barbershops with photos of Brad Pitt or George Clooney? At least those guys were real humans with actual hair follicles and DNA. Now we’ve got people showing up with pictures of computer-generated Pretty Boys who’ve never known the cruel reality of a receding hairline or a bourbon-induced bedhead.

Two Trust Fund Kids Try to Fix Healthcare, Fail Spectacularly

Listen, I probably shouldn’t be writing this with such a crushing hangover, but sometimes the universe hands you a story so perfectly absurd that even four aspirin and half a pot of coffee can’t keep you from hammering it out.

Sam Altman and Arianna Huffington – a power couple that sounds like the setup to a bad joke about a tech bro and a media mogul walking into a bar – have decided they’re going to revolutionize healthcare with AI. Their love child is called Thrive AI Health, and sweet Jesus, it’s exactly the kind of thing you’d expect from people who think having money makes them qualified to fix complex social problems.

Robot Butlers and Digital Wage Slaves: Why 2025 Will Be the Year Your Business Gets Its Own HAL 9000

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.

The Quarter-Trillion Dollar Hangover: Big Money's AI Bender Gets Wilder

Listen, you beautiful disasters, I need to tell you about something that’s making my bourbon-soaked brain hurt worse than usual. While we’re all scraping together cash for our next drink, the tech overlords are about to drop more than a quarter trillion dollars on AI next year. That’s right - TRILLION. With a T. The kind of money that makes you wonder if someone spiked the Kool-Aid at their board meetings.

European Search Rebels Join Forces (While I Pour Another Drink)

Christ, what a morning to tackle this story. My head’s still pounding from last night’s “market research” at O’Malley’s, but some news just demands attention, even through the fog of a hangover.

So here’s the deal: two European search engines nobody’s heard of are teaming up to build their own search index. Ecosia (the tree-huggers) and Qwant (French privacy nuts) are tired of paying protection money to Microsoft and Google for their search results. Can’t blame them - Microsoft jacked up their Bing API prices faster than my bar tab on payday.

Let me tell you something about machines that promise to make life easier. Back when I worked at the post office, they brought in this fancy mail sorting system. “It’ll revolutionize everything,” they said. Six months later, we had twice the backlog and three times the headaches. Now I’m watching the same damn story play out with these AI search engines, only this time they’re not just screwing up the mail – they’re coming for the whole internet.