Jan. 19, 2025
Alright, you goddamn code-monkeys and pixel-pushers, gather ‘round the digital dumpster fire. It’s Sunday afternoon, my head feels like a dropped server rack, and the only thing keeping me going is the faint hope that I can warn at least one of you before the AI overlords turn us all into data points in their quest for world domination. Or, you know, ad revenue.
So, picture this: Dotdash Meredith, these media big shots who own everything from People to Better Homes & Gardens, decide they’re gonna hop into bed with OpenAI. Yeah, the ChatGPT folks. They call it a “strategic partnership.” I call it a goddamn fire sale on human talent. And here’s the punchline: they lay off 143 people. Because, who needs actual writers and editors when you’ve got a soulless algorithm that can churn out content faster than a chain smoker goes through a pack of Luckies?
Jan. 19, 2025
Alright, you data-drunk degenerates, pull up a stool and let’s talk about the end of the world as we know it. Or at least, the end of the world as those college brochures promised it. Seems like our robot overlords are finally getting their act together, and it’s not looking good for those of us who thought a fancy piece of paper was a ticket to the good life.
Some egghead over at some publication I’ve probably been banned from for sending drunken late-night emails to the editor is going on about how “Agentic AI Requires A New Approach To College Planning.” You don’t say. Like we needed another reason to question those student loans.
Jan. 5, 2025
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.
Dec. 21, 2024
Listen, I’m three bourbons deep into what was supposed to be a quiet Saturday morning when this gem of a news story slides across my desk like a wet bar napkin. Arizona - you beautiful disaster - has just approved a school where AI does the teaching. Not as a helper, not as a tool, but as the whole damn show.
Let that sink in while I pour another drink.
Dec. 12, 2024
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.
Dec. 6, 2024
Look, I’ve been nursing this hangover long enough to remember when “artificial intelligence” meant my bartender Tony knowing exactly when to pour me another shot. But here we are in 2024, and some Nobel-winning economist from MIT just confirmed what I’ve been slurring into my bourbon for months: AI ain’t the messiah we’ve been promised.
Daron Acemoglu - and yeah, I had to check that spelling three times - just dropped some truth bombs that’ll give the champagne-sipping tech prophets a nastier headache than my Sunday mornings. The numbers he’s throwing around are soberer than my designated driver.
Nov. 21, 2024
Listen, I know it’s only 10 AM, but I’m already three fingers deep into my bourbon because this story needs it. LinkedIn - yeah, that cesspool of “thought leaders” and corporate poetry - just announced they’re letting AI handle job recruiting. Because apparently, the hiring process wasn’t dehumanizing enough already.
Let me paint you a picture while I light another cigarette: You’re sitting there in your best shirt, the one without the whiskey stains, ready for your job interview. But instead of Karen from HR asking about your “biggest weakness,” you’re chatting with HAL 9000’s peppy younger cousin who’s been trained on every HR manual ever written.
Nov. 21, 2024
Christ, my head hurts. It’s 4 AM, and I’m staring at my laptop screen through bourbon-tinted glasses, trying to make sense of Coca-Cola’s latest crime against Christmas. Pour yourself a drink. You’re gonna need it.
Remember when holiday commercials were made by actual humans? You know, those creative types who’d chain-smoke their way through brainstorming sessions and emerge with something that made you feel things? Well, welcome to 2024, where Coke decided to let AI play Santa’s little helper.
Nov. 18, 2024
Another morning, another hangover, another tech “solution” that makes me want to pour bourbon in my coffee. Today’s topic: AI writing your cover letters. Because apparently, we’ve all collectively decided that the job application process wasn’t soul-crushing enough already.
Look, I get it. Writing cover letters is about as fun as a root canal performed by a drunk dentist. Trust me, I’ve written enough of them to wallpaper my entire apartment, including the bathroom where I spend most of my mornings regretting last night’s decisions. But here’s the thing - using AI to write your cover letters is like using a dating app to write your wedding vows. Sure, it might sound good on paper, but something essential gets lost in translation.
Nov. 18, 2024
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!”
Nov. 17, 2024
Listen, I’ve seen some weird shit through the bottom of a whiskey glass, but Coca-Cola’s new AI-generated Christmas ad makes my worst bourbon-soaked nightmares look like Disney productions. And trust me, I know something about nightmares - I wake up to them every afternoon.
Four AI studios burned through enough electricity to power my favorite dive bar for a decade, just to create 15 seconds of digital vomit that looks like Christmas threw up on itself. The whole thing’s got fewer real frames than I’ve had sober days this month.
Nov. 12, 2024
Look, I’d love to sugar-coat this for you, but I’ve been drinking bourbon since noon and honesty is cheaper than therapy. Your company’s playing a dangerous game of musical chairs with AI, and someone’s about to pull the plug on the jukebox.
Here’s the raw truth I discovered while nursing my fourth whiskey: Your boss isn’t attending those $495 AI conferences to “enhance your workplace experience.” They’re shopping for your replacement, and it costs less per month than your coffee habit.
Nov. 11, 2024
Another morning, another tech executive telling us plebs how to live our lives. This time it’s Google’s head of research Yossi Matias, spouting wisdom between sips of whatever overpriced cold brew they serve in their Chelsea office. The message? “Everyone should learn to code!” Sure, buddy. Pour me another bourbon while I break this down.
Here’s the deal: Matias is pushing the same tired “learn to code” mantra that’s been floating around since I was still sober enough to remember my passwords. But here’s what’s rich - he’s doing it while his own CEO admits that 25% of their code is now written by AI. That’s like a bartender telling you to learn mixology while installing self-serving beer taps.