Sips latte while scrolling through yet another discussion about academic publishing costs

Well, this one really got my blood boiling today. Stumbled across a discussion about how DeepSeek - you know, the AI company that’s been making waves lately - had to fork out a whopping $12,690 just to make their Nature article open access. Twelve grand! Just so the rest of us mortals can read their research without hitting a paywall.

There’s something oddly fascinating about the psychological warfare that plays out in those few minutes before a scheduled Teams meeting. You know the scenario: it’s 9:25am, you’re wrapping up something else, and suddenly that little notification pops up telling you someone has already started the 9:30am meeting. What do you do?

I’ve been thinking about this lately after stumbling across a discussion online where people were sharing their meeting joining strategies. The responses revealed something quite telling about how we’ve all adapted to this brave new world of remote work and endless video calls.

The job market is absolutely cooked right now, and I’ve been watching this play out in real time through various online discussions where people are sharing their employment horror stories. What started as one person’s cautionary tale about quitting their finance job due to burnout has turned into a sobering collection of experiences that really highlights just how tough things are out there.

The original poster’s story is unfortunately becoming all too familiar - nine months of rejections after leaving a finance role, being told they’re “overqualified” for positions they desperately want, or “too expensive” for roles they’d happily take at reduced pay. It’s a catch-22 situation that would drive anyone to distraction. You’re damned if you’re overqualified, and you’re certainly damned if you’re underqualified.

I’ve been watching this video of the AGIBOT X2 robot pulling off Webster flips, and honestly, I’m not sure whether to be impressed or slightly unnerved. There’s something both fascinating and unsettling about watching a machine execute moves that would challenge most humans, doing it with mechanical precision while maintaining perfect balance on its wheeled feet.

The progression we’re seeing in robotics right now is genuinely remarkable. Someone mentioned they’re noticing improvements in robots every week, and that rings true. It feels like we’ve crossed some invisible threshold where these advances aren’t just incremental tweaks anymore – they’re tangible leaps in capability that you can actually see and appreciate, even if you’re not an engineer.

Sometimes the news throws you a curveball that’s so absurd you have to read the headline three times before it sinks in. This week, it was the story of a Palestinian man who escaped Gaza to Italy on a jetski—with ChatGPT’s help. Well, sort of.

The internet had a field day with this one, and honestly, I can see why. It reads like someone played Mad Libs with current events: “Palestinian man uses [AI chatbot] to calculate fuel for [watercraft] escape to [European country].” The punchline? ChatGPT got the math wrong, and they ran out of fuel 20 kilometres short of their destination.

I stumbled across a video the other day that’s been rattling around in my head ever since. It showed someone using an AI voice interface to give personality to a hammer – and not just any personality, but one that desperately wanted to fulfill its purpose. “Let’s hit something. Now. Right now,” it pleaded with genuine enthusiasm. What should have been a quirky tech demo instead left me feeling deeply unsettled about where we’re heading.

I’ve been thinking about something that popped up in one of the frugal communities I follow online recently. The moderators were asking for feedback about how to manage their referral code threads better, and it got me reflecting on the peculiar nature of online bargain-hunting communities and how they evolve.

The issue they’re facing is quite fascinating from a community management perspective. Their subreddit has grown to the point where their monthly and fortnightly megathreads for sharing referral codes are becoming unwieldy. Too many people posting the same handful of referral links, creating digital noise rather than useful signal. One user pointed out something that really resonated with me: once you’ve signed up for the major cashback sites and banks, you’re done. The fifteenth person posting their ShopBack referral code isn’t adding any value.

The news broke quietly, almost like the government hoped we wouldn’t notice until it was too late. Come December, Australians will need to verify their age to access adult content online. The eSafety Commissioner’s office frames it as protecting children, but scratch beneath the surface and you’ll find a privacy nightmare that would make George Orwell reach for his laptop.

Reading through the discussions online, it’s clear I’m not alone in feeling deeply uncomfortable about this entire scheme. The technical realities are stark - major sites like Pornhub have already started geo-blocking entire regions rather than deal with age verification requirements. They did it in Texas, they’ll do it here. We’re not special enough to warrant custom compliance systems.

I stumbled across an interesting thread yesterday that got me thinking about our relationship with stuff. Someone was asking for help cleaning their discolored flip-flops - they’d tried soap, scrubbing, dish soap, vinegar, the whole nine yards. The responses were fascinating and really divided into two camps: those saying “just bin them and buy new ones” and others offering actual cleaning solutions.

What struck me most wasn’t the cleaning advice itself, but the underlying tension between our throwaway culture and environmental consciousness. The original poster mentioned their flip-flops cost $40 USD (which is about $60 AUD these days), and they’d been wearing them for three years. When they finally found success with a magic eraser, they added an update that really resonated with me: “I refuse to throw away what is still perfectly good but not as pretty anymore. Our landfills are full and we are drowning in fast fashion.”

There’s something beautifully ordinary about watching kids have meltdowns at birthday parties. This weekend, someone shared their experience observing three different families - Asian, Caucasian, and Indian - all navigating the chaos of children’s birthday celebrations at a play centre in Heidelberg. What struck them most wasn’t the differences between these families, but the remarkable similarities: tantruming birthday kids, complaints about overpriced venues, parking struggles, allergy concerns, and yes, even AFL discussions (with two families unfortunately backing the Bombers).