I saw a video of a Ryanair jet attempting to land in a difficult wind. Cross-wind and updraft and perhaps a side-cross down-draft. It struggled, hovering, sometimes nosing up at an alarming degree, until the pilot could crabwise approach the landing strip and put it down. It was 30 seconds long, and I think I clocked it as fake in the first seven.
A few comments said FAKE but others - perhaps themselves fake and bot-generated - were more credulous, and asked Grok if this was real.
And Grok said that it was.
But it wasn’t.
The answer seemed to reference the existence of the video itself. It believed the fake thing because the fake thing existed. When I searched for it I found the same thing from another angle, and the comments said it was from a flight simulator. Many accounts posted the video with the same text. Add to this the week’s demonstration of Veo3, and all the AI people arguing about whether they’re prompts.
I think it happened all at once: you cannot believe any video. I also have a story to relate on Monday which will provide a true pants-dampening instance of AI making stuff up. It provided five minutes of actual panic.
Insane day, but low-key so. Things happen and you stare at them with your eyes going around in spirals like the fellow in the X-Ray Spec ad, although you hope you don’t look as creepy and pervy.
Turns out there were several. I don’t recall this guy.
"See thru clothing." Uh huh. FTC on line one.
This is the one I remember. I don’t know anyone who bought them. We suspected they didn’t work. Sea-Monkeys, though, they definitely had nuclear families and stood erect.
Actually, no, we didn’t believe that. But the prospect of instant life from a packet was too much to resist. Train them with a flashlight! Hours of fun. I think the only one of the mail-in ads that really delivered was Uncle Milton’s Ant Farm. It taught you much about nature, industry, instinct, and of course mass death.
Anyway, I need a vacation. No, I am not going to walk away from the Bleat for an extended period and hope everyone trickles back when I return. Just finished a Main Street for June, so you’ve assured of that much content. (June 2026.) But I am rethinking every element of my career and considering whether to just . . . not. What the something I decide to not is the question. Current contenders include “everything” and “most.”
Apologies for the mopey moroseness that has seeped into the mortar here. Cheeier and more interesting days to come, I promise.
End of the month - let's check in on the miserable, lying, insulting, mindless shite that infests the dead internet's ad ecosystem!
Irrelevant picture: check. Lie about something on TV a million years ago: check. Directs to krepsite: check
It didn't happen and no one looked away
What do they want us to think? Her guts exploded? Don't let your guys explode! Go to yourhealthagent for pills from China!
No you don't and you also do not have to BRACE YOURSELF. Promise of a good-looking person ravaged by time to make you feel superior: check
Krepsite name: check
These were in heavy rotation for a while. AI junk.
Uh huh right
If people believe this - and no doubt some do - then they are going to be absolutely hornswaggled by the AI fakes to come.
I had one phrase in my mind when I woke, and I was determined to hang on to it, even though I knew I was going back to sleep. When I woke I was pleased to remember it.
Eagle brand, monkey fasteners
LANCE CHINSLAB era. I'm finding more examples of which we have been previously unaware.
He's remarkably bored by this murder. He's got other things on his mind.
