Filed under: 2026, A Bit Of Inspiration, Attitude & Aptitude, Clients, Collaboration, New Zealand, Robots, Security, Technology, The Terminator, Workshops
Walking in a small mall in a suburb in Auckland and I saw this …
Yep, that’s a robot.
A 4 feet tall, multi-operational robot.
Or an ‘android’ as they would refer to it in sci-fi horror movies.
If this is happening in NZ – a place that still operates about a decade behind the more progressive cities in the world [case in point, IKEA just arrived here and there’s no Apple Store] you can be sure-as-shit it’s happening wherever you’re living.
So if AI wasn’t bad enough in terms of taking our jobs … now we have these fuckers.
Oh I know how they’ll be flogging it ….
“We’re here to help relieve you of the things you don’t want to do so you have more time to do the things you want to do”
Pull the other one fuckers.
Sure, we might think it’s all nice and friendly in the beginning – but within 2 weeks, it’ll be bossing us around and demanding we work for it.
And we will have paid NZ$10 GRAND for the privilege.
NZ$10,000!!!
Sure, that’s about $2.54 in real money, but here … that’s a sizable amount.
And this is coming from someone who had 100 SONY Aibo robot dogs, multitudes of Nabaztag’s and once bought a remote control ball!!!
But before you think this is going to turn into a ‘humanity is doomed’ post – I have good news.
Because there’s 2 major advantages for having these Android Robots in our lives.
First, they can attend the worst of client workshop/brainstorm meetings, instead of us.
And second, when they do … they’ll realise they’re so damaging to their CPU brains, they’ll either break or come running back to us and ask if we can please take over again.
Which may be the most useful thing a bad client workshop/brainstorm will ever deliver.
[Bar the fact that means we’ll have to start attending them again. Hey, beggars can’t be choosers and in the big scheme of things, it’s better than being in societal jail. I think]
Happy fucking Wednesday.
Filed under: 2026, Comment, Death, Food, Humanity, New Zealand, Robots, Technology
Yesterday I wrote about the ability to buy robot androids in NZ … and if you can buy it here, that means they’re pretty much already everywhere.
[Update: I didn’t write about this yesterday. But I do write about it tomorrow. Posting Fail]
I then went on to say that as redundant as that potentially makes humanity … once one of these robots has to attend a bad client workshop/brainstorm meeting, they’ll all breakdown and we’ll be back in control in no time.
Hurrah.
Except for the fact this thing exists … mot just in the World, but in Auckland.
Actually, not even just in Auckland, but in Birkenhead – where I live – which means it most definitely exists pretty much everywhere.
Yep, that’s a chicken burger.
A fried chicken burger.
Except instead of being in a bun – that’s a doughnut.
An iced doughnut.
Also known as ‘the cardiologist’s dream’.
And yet despite that, I’d bloody kill to sink my teeth into that 1800+ calories of death … even if one bite could end up killing me.
Which all goes to show, regardless how smart, tough, focused or teflon we think we are … we’re all scriptable to falling under the power of someone. Even if that someone is a fried chicken, pickles, cheese burger encased in a doughnut ‘bun’.
There’s nothing more to add …
Well, other than the fact that I hope this is just a temporary look given we actually like each other and what we do.
Or at least we all pretend we do, hahaha.
Filed under: 2026, A Bit Of Inspiration, Attitude & Aptitude, Communication Strategy, Corporate Evil, Corporate Gaslighting, Customer Service, Technology
A few months ago, I decided I needed to sort out my emails.
Specifically, how many I was receiving each day.
That’s not a fucked-up, humble brag … it was because after decades of internet use, I’d acquired so many companies sending me their shit because I’d either once ordered from them or made an enquiry to them, that it was genuinely costing me time in my day.
So, over the period of a week I vowed to ‘unsubscribe’ from 98% of every company email I received – with only a few organizations surviving the cull because I either found them genuinely valuable and interesting and/or their were legal implications if I didn’t act on what they sent me.
So off I went.
Every morning, I’d go through each email … find the ‘unsubscribe’ button, which would be hidden somewhere in the body copy, normally at the very, very bottom … and then watch my browser open up to the corresponding website so I could ‘click’ on the metaphorical, ‘FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE’ FOREVER button and say goodbye to them forever.
Or so I thought.
Because some of those links didn’t open.
Some of those links didn’t automatically let you unsubscribe.
Some of those links had a messed-up UX that manipulated you into resubscribing without initially realizing.
Some of those links demanded you then jump through all manner of hoops before they would acknowledge you had achieved your goal.
And some of those links just ignored your request and kept sending you emails like a technological cockroach who refused to die.
And even after spending FIVE WORKING DAYS pressing ‘unsubscribe’ so often that I probably need a job number to justify all the time I spent doing it … and even after giving every one of these companies a week to get their shit together … there’s still 7 companies who keep sending me their bullshit.
EVERY. DAY.
Despite me unsubscribing from them again and again and again.
In some ways I’m almost impressed at how little they care about upsetting their audience … even though I have to admit, it has made me hate them with a zeal normally reserved for the true bastards of the world/
But what is also weird, is the companies who made unsubscribing easy – without fuss, mess, complexity or further demands – has made me want to sign up to them again. Because nothing shows how much a company really cares about their customers than how well they treat them even when it’s so they can say goodbye.
Have a great weekend.
Today is the 5th of November.
A day – back in 1605 – where some people tried to blow up the British houses of parliament.
And failed.
Yet despite that, the Brits celebrate it by blowing up shit. Fireworks mainly, but depending where you live, it can be homes too.
Yes it’s a bit weird, even by weird Brit standards …
A bit like celebrating losing the lottery by burning all your cash. Or something.
But for all the people not in the UK, I thought I’d let you feel part of it by igniting your ability to go “Ooooooh” and “Ahhhhh” at endless fireworks exploding in the sky in a spectrum of stunning colours.
And how will I do that?
By providing you with a TEN HOUR video of them.
And while I accept this won’t capture the full experience of a British Bonfire Night – which includes burning your mouth on a crappy, 10,000 degree, questionable hot dog as well as burning your hand on a crap sparkler while trying to spell out rude words in the sky – it’s a way for me to help bring the world together.
Like a Temu version of the UN. Enjoy.
You’re welcome.