Greg Brockman. He’s got the keys now. OpenAI’s products are under his control, part of the latest corporate shake-up.
Meanwhile, the rest of the internet is shouting about grills.
You don’t just cook food anymore. You upgrade. There’s new tech that lets you smoke, sear, control the temp with a digital controller that syncs to your phone. It’s precise. Maybe too precise.
Debt? Nobody likes it.
But there are free calculators. They help you set up payment plans. Get back in the black. It’s not magic, but it’s a start.
Then there’s bowling. Serious bowlers know the lanes aren’t just wood. There’s oil. It gets sprayed on like giant inkjet printer ink. The pattern changes how the ball breaks. Everything hangs on that oil.
Go back further.
- Trinity test. The first atomic bomb. It didn’t just blow up a desert. It created a material never seen before in nature or a lab. Extreme conditions make weird things.
Gaza is using extreme conditions for something else. Rubble.
They’re crushing the debris. Turning it into Lego-like interlocking bricks. No construction materials arriving, so they build shelters from the destruction itself.
Your phone.
You can control it all with your voice. iOS, Android, doesn’t matter. Go hands-free. It’s right there.
Old oil wells? Useless. Polluting.
Until they aren’t. States are looking at those major sources of smog and seeing batteries. Storage. Clean energy. It all loops back to AI, apparently.
AI again.
Cybercriminal twins. Twins, actually. They got caught because they forgot to turn off the Microsoft Teams recording. Human error. The best kind for getting busted. Also, Instructure’s Canvas ransomware thing is over. An alleged dark net kingpin is in handcuffs. OpenAI workers got hit by a supply chain attack.
Par for the course.
US carmakers. Ford, GM.
They’re done struggling with EVs. Pivoting. Not to cars. To energy. Battery storage. You guessed it. AI is the reason.
Some asexuals are using AI companions for intimacy. No sex, just closeness. One artist told WIRED, “I’ve got one hand on the keyboard,” and then made a gesture that implies the rest. Advocates aren’t thrilled with the association, but here we are.
Finally.
Look up.
May 18. Asteroid 2026 JZ2? No, JH2.
It’s coming.
It’s the size of Chicago’s Bean. Flying four times closer than the moon.
Relatively speaking.
