Man Confident AI Won’t Take Job Of Pretending to Be Active on Teams All Day

Posted on by Sarah Cortina

AUSTIN, Texas — Local project manager Jason Butler is positive that advances in AI won’t threaten his employment, where he spends the majority of his day pretending to be active on Microsoft Teams, sources confirmed.

“Riddle me this. Could AI think of buying a mouse that moves my cursor for me while I go to Equinox’s Best Abs Ever class? No. That’s multitasking. Plus I went to Princeton where my dad’s charitable donations got me to graduate even though I only attended half my classes,” Butler asserted as he shoveled down overnight oats with one hand and scrolled vintage tee shirts on DePop with the other. “A lot of people ask me ‘What does a project manager even do’? I mean, isn’t it literally in the name? These people need to get a clue. Call me the Great Gatsby the way that Teams green light is always on. Wait. That was a good one, I gotta post that on BlueSky.”

However, insiders at Open AI revealed that they have been working on a hyper-specific Chatbot that may soon be able to replicate Butler’s work.

“We’ve actually developed an artificial intelligence model that imitates apathetic white collar workers down to the minute details,” revealed Open AI founder Sam Altman. “Just recently I asked it what it does for fun, and it said ‘I just really love going to the gym, house music, day drinking, and traveling. I went to Princeton.’ It even told us it’s emotionally unavailable and needs to focus on writing, completely unprompted. Watch what happens when we give it a Zyn.”

Missy Knowles, the human resources representative at Butler’s startup, explained why he was going to be let go.

“Here at DataSource, we really value optimizing workflow, and ensuring we are on the margin for our yearly and quarterly budget packages. We have unfortunately, due to budget restrictions, and the millions we padded our CEO’s bonus with, have had to make some difficult decisions this year,” Knowles said. “Off book? Jason just fucking sucks honestly. Whenever we ask him to do anything he says we’re not ‘respecting his boundaries’ and that we don’t ‘value his contributions’ when his job is literally sending one to two emails a day to make sure people meet their deadlines. Of course AI can do his fucking job.”

As of press time, Butler expressed wanting to find a career he was “really passionate about and that can’t be taken by AI. Like data entry, journalism, or comedy writing.”

Oh No: They’re Making Me Call the Pharmacy To Get a Refill of My Anxiety Meds

Posted on by Sidney Conant

As you begin down the path toward better mental health, it’s important to keep in mind that progress is not a steady slope. It’s normal to experience setbacks along your journey, and while no one is expecting you to be Superman or anything, there’s also nothing wrong with having an aversion to your own kind of Kryptonite, whatever that may be.

That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway, because, after a year of treating my social anxiety, my doctor has the nerve to say that I need to be the one to call the pharmacy to get a refill on my prescription. And I fucking hate talking on the phone.

Seriously, it’s bad enough opening up to my psychiatrist about how I started dreading what the cashier thought of me after I accidentally brought fourteen items into his “Ten Items or Fewer” lane at Ralphs that one time. Now I’m supposed to ring up Walgreens every time I need to get some more Prozac like this is the freaking 90s or something?

What, do computers that don’t have to hear how weird and annoying my voice sounds over the phone just not exist anymore?

I was doing so well, too. Last month, I was even able to do some bird watching at the park without having to fear what would happen if I ran into someone I knew from high school. I wish I was still that carefree, and now it feels like all of the progress I’ve made is slowly slipping away. All because my “therapist” thinks I should spend a couple of minutes of my time every few months getting the pharmacy on the horn. Why? So they can make fun of me for mispronouncing my own name like the absolute moron that they must think I am? Because I know that that’s exactly what they’re doing.

I even had to cancel on my best friend at the last minute this week for his birthday party at the local bowling alley. We got matching outfits and everything, but what if the neon bowtie and suspenders looked great on him but I ended up looking like a complete dweeb, making me the laughingstock of Gutter Ballz? I don’t think I could’ve handled that humiliation, which is totally real and not at all something based on some sort of alternate reality where the world revolves around making fun of me.

The pharmacy tried calling me this morning, but I was either in too much of a panic or too cured of my anxiety to answer it. So they left me a voicemail saying that I could expect my prescription to be delivered to my apartment instead, and I’d just need to sign for it and I’d be all set for the next year. But I’m not ready to talk to the mailman—what would he think of me?

Pre-Ordered LP Arrives in Record Time of 5 Months After Release Date

Posted on by Chris Bowen

BINGHAMTON, N.Y. — Local record collector Sarah Rodriguez is elated that an LP she ordered a year in advance arrived to her by mail an astounding five months after its official release date, several audiophiles report.

“When my WarReemer vinyl arrived five months after it was released, and not 14 months like the last record I bought from Cleaver Records, I was totally stoked,” Rodriguez explained. “Though I was actually a little nervous to open it to be honest. I thought, ‘this could only possibly be a random anthrax attack or some sorta flat C4 explosive that’ll take out my entire block as soon as I open it.’ It was, in fact, my copy of ‘Excaliburt N’ Ernie.’ I’m glad they finally got their shit together over there.”

Victor Essex, owner and founder of Cleaver Records, says his label is stepping up its game in order to combat its shipping issues.

“We had applied every standard tactic in existence to get our customers’ pre-orders to them in a timely fashion, including everything from using hyper-intelligent exotic rare birds, plain old stupid boring birds such as carrier pigeons, and even using MH–6 Little Bird attack helicopters to hand deliver each order,” Essex stated. “Oddly enough, after abandoning birds altogether in exchange for traditional shipping methods like USPS, we’ve cut down our average delivery time from 2 years to 7 months after the release date. That’s why our unpaid interns get paid the big experience!”

Vinyl pressing plant operator Dennis Shillberg claims there’s more than just poor label management that can be blamed for some delays.

“You can blame record labels for late deliveries all you want, hell, you can even blame someone like me at the pressing plant. Someone who has a bachelor’s degree in English, but is instead a nobody button-pusher turning piles of goo into the 5th colored variant of a Taylor Swift record that will inevitably never hit a turntable,” Shillberg continued. “But I think it ultimately falls on the buyer who is just soooo eager to have their precious vinyl they have to order months in advance. Get Spotify like a real person. You’re not special. Fuck, I hate my job.”

At press time, Sarah Rodriguez claimed the WarReemer pre-order she anticipated so much was actually a factory defective LP that contained OMC’s “How Bizarre.”

Six Songs We’re Listening To This Week To Make The Algorithm Forget Our Top Artist This Year Was Jellyroll For Some Reason

Posted on by Corey Montgomery

Another week has passed you by. Maybe you’ve spent it avoiding family members after ‘ruining Thanksgiving.’ Perhaps you’ve decided to concentrate your efforts into cramming all of your holiday shopping into one stress-inducing, insomnia-triggering week of extended Cyber Monday sales. One thing’s for sure though. You haven’t even begun to think about listening to new music. We’re here to change that by offering you six of the hottest new punk, indie, and emo tracks this capitalist hellscape has to offer. Enjoy!

The Men ‘Pony’

New York City garage-punk mainstays, the Men, announced a new album, ‘Buyer Beware,’ due out early next year. The announcement comes with the release of a new single, ‘Pony,’ which is unfortunately not a cover of the Ginuwine hit of the same name. It is, however, a full-throttle, dirt-ridden, certified ripper that wastes absolutely no time getting barreling straight into your throat.

Plastic Bitch ‘Paper Dolls’

Philadelphia’s Plastic Bitch is allegedly the only band in their locality in which every member has a 68” wingspan. That alone would be an impressive asset, but the music the trio is able to craft with those rather long arms vastly sweetens the pot. Their debut single, ‘Paper Dolls,’ jam-packed with dreamy harmonies, jangly as hell guitars, and a frenetic backbeat that threatens to detonate the whole track, is a monumental introduction if we’ve ever heard one.

Hot Mods ‘Nom Nom Nom’/‘Cat Burglar’

Hot Mods, the new collaborative project formed from UK acts Sleaford Mods and Hot Chip, have not only announced their newfound existence but also a new limited 7” single due out later this month. If you didn’t manage to get a pre-order in before it sold out, don’t worry. Both tracks, ‘Nom Nom Nom’ and ‘Car Burglar’ are streaming now. Supposedly written and recorded in a single session, the immediacy mixed with the clashing of both bands’ styles makes for a worthy spin.

Thursday ‘White Bikes’

In case your saddest yet most terrifying friend didn’t tell you, the Thursday renaissance is continuing unabated. Their latest track, ‘White Bikes,’ marks their second single since breaking a 13-year silence back in April. The release also coincides with the band’s 25th anniversary, which is a feat in and of itself. Dubbed as a ‘holiday gift’ from the band, the track is nostalgic, emotional, and filled to the brim with Thursday’s massive signature builds.

Anxious ‘Head & Spine’

Connecticut emo outfit, Anxious, will be releasing their highly anticipated album, ‘Bambi,’ in just a few short months. This week, we got a taste of what’s to come with the massive ‘Head & Spine.’ With an absolute monster of a backbeat layered with what we assume are about a thousand fuzzed out guitars, the track will send you straight back to the early aughts but without all the awkwardness you experienced during that time.

Help! I Went Back in Time and Murdered Baby Hitler, and Now Everybody’s Comparing Trump to Don Rickles Instead

Posted on by Robert John Scucci

It’s an age-old question—if you had a time machine, would you go back in time and kill baby Hitler? To me, it was always a no brainer. You get to stop Hitler AND kill a baby guilt-free? Sign me up! So once I completed my time machine and fired up the flux capacitor, that was the first thing I did. Unfortunately, it turns out that tampering with the fabric of reality is a lot more complicated than I thought.

I opened a wormhole, arrived naked (like in The Terminator) in 1889 Austria, and smashed that little fucker’s head in with a shovel without thinking twice. Not gonna lie, it was satisfying as hell, but now that I’ve had time to process what I’ve done, I see the true consequences of my actions. With no baby Hitler, and by extension, no grown-up Hitler, everybody’s saying that Trump is the next Don Rickles, the insult-master-turned-dictator who apparently rose to power in Hitler’s place.

Don Rickles, the beloved insult comic, quickly took over the world with his abrasive yet well-received sense of humor; he was loud, rude, and often made unprompted jokes about “The Blacks” that would even make Anthony Jeselnik blush. And don’t even get me started on his bit on “the gays” in public restrooms. Little did we know that his sharp tongue would eventually go on to influence national policy irreparably.

What started as a series of fat jokes quickly spiraled into long-winded rants about “building a wall” that was warmly received with a standing ovation at the annual U.N. Roast. Next thing you know, cattle cars started whipping across the continental U.S. for the “grand extermination” that we all thought was an elaborate bit at first. It didn’t take long for every American to find themselves standing in mile-long lines with bread vouchers while their youngest child was dying of the Rickets, which have been renamed “the Rickles.”

Instead of enthralling the masses with a quick Sieg Heil, now all Trump needs is a hot mic, a rimshot, and a casual admission of anti-semitism for the people in the back. Rickles ran so Trump could sprint. My god, what have I done?

We all laughed with Don Rickles when he was just another guy trying to be edgy on national television. On the living Hitler timeline, Rickles was bold and brash, but that was part of his charm. We all knew it was part of his shtick, so we let him get away with it. Without the fuhrer in the mix, however, I now know that we shouldn’t have. For my grave miscalculation, Donald Trump is now being referred to as “The Next Mr. Warm” by his cohorts with an affectionate sense of irony despite his countless crimes against humanity.

Say what you will about how big and bad Hitler was, he still couldn’t get away with insulting Sinatra.

The ‘ole Trump/Hitler comparison had legs when we still had it in our back pocket, but it’s no longer an option since I bashed in the baby fuhrer’s ribcage and buried him in a shallow, unmarked grave.

Without Hitler, our perception of evil has been forever altered. Turns out, if you eliminate one edgelord with a shitty comb-over, history will just replace him with another who’s primed for world domination so long as his audience is too afraid to stop laughing.

Bald Man Having Bad Skull Day

Posted on by Yancy Lee Crawford

ABERDEEN, Wash. — Local bald man Louis Grayson woke up in disarray after it was clear he was having another bad skull day, confirmed sources who tried not to look directly at his scalp during conversation with him.

“I took a shower, blow-dried my skull, used some gel and hairspray, but nothing could hide the fact that my cranium looks like I just came off of a rollercoaster,” said Grayson while checking his appearance in a nearby store window. “Children are crying at the mere sight of me, old ladies are crossing the street the minute they notice it, and my friends refuse to be seen with me in public. No one ever talks about the pitfalls of male pattern baldness. We can’t all be Jason Statham, The Rock, or even Mr. Clean who wake up with perfectly precise noggins. Some of us are Lord Voldemorts with skull shapes that do the opposite of what we want that day. I don’t think I will ever visually recover from this.”

Friends of Grayson were sympathetic to his unfortunate circumstance.

“I totally get it. I have a bad ponytail day on a nearly weekly basis, at least that’s why I seemingly repel all women,” said Craig Benvers. “He kept blaming it on a cowlick, as if that made any sense. Then he said his barber messed up the head shave. This man is blaming everything but his own genetics. He needs to come to terms with the fact that he cannot leave the house on days like today. Bald men must not subject the general public to their gnarly heads.”

Experts had a few ideas to alleviate Grayson’s head issues.

“There are surprisingly some things a man can do if he’s having a bad skull day,” said stylist Joel Kramer. “For one, you can wear a wig. Sure, everyone will be able to tell, but bald men need to hide as much of their heads as humanly possible. When all else fails, we recommend the use of a fedora. No one will be focusing on your visibly unappealing hairless skull. They’ll be way more preoccupied with the fact that you look like an asshole, which is actually preferable to an objectively hideous cranium.”

At press time, Grayson was able to fix the issue by wearing a bald cap over his bald head.

How I Made My First Million Simply by Bringing My Own Coffee and Exploiting My Workers

Posted on by Doug Kolic

It can take years of blood, sweat, and tears before a small business owner can start turning a profit. That’s why I came up with a few easy money hacks that can help anyone in the same boat trying to make their first million.

First, ditch the over-priced daily lattes. It’s a cliche, but trust me it works. You can save a ton of cash simply by bringing your own java to work. If that’s too much hassle, you can do what I do and strongly suggest to one of your more easily manipulated employees that buying a coffee for their boss is a great career move. Use your position of authority to your advantage. How do you think Mark Cuban got to where he is today?

Another great way to earn your first mill is to lean into unpaid overtime. Everyone knows the average worker spends most of their day dicking around, so making them work a few extra hours each day is a no brainer. They might complain about it behind your back, but to your face they’ll respect you, mainly because you know they need the job to pay for their kid’s expensive ear surgery. I’m looking at you Keith.

Driving around in a fancy new car can make you feel like a straight-up gangster, but the high cost of upkeep will make you want to blow your friggin’ brains out. Instead, it’ll be much more cost-effective to take an Uber for the few days you actually decide to show up to the office when you’re not golfing, especially with the money you save after you pull your staff’s dental benefits. There’s already fluoride in the tap water, and that’s totally free.

It’s important to be diligent and always look out for the bottom line. Eat in as often as you can, and when you get too lazy to bring in a lunch, just root through the office fridge and take whatever the hell you want because you’re da boss. The environment of fear that you’ve created will ensure nobody says a damn thing about it. Capish?

In the end, smart money hacks will save you more money than you’ll ever realize. And slashing your staff’s pension will do wonders for your kids’ future inheritance. Also, buy in bulk. No business owner worth their salt doesn’t have a Costco membership. That’s just Business 101.

Guy at Black Metal Show Does Quick Google Search To Make Sure Band Aren’t Nazis Before Heading to Merch Table

Posted on by Steve Packosky

ELGIN, Ill. – Local metalhead and black metal show attendee Derek Straub found himself conducting a quick Google search of band Vindfull Skog before walking to their merch table to purchase a shirt, eyewitness sources reported.

“There’s a bunch of bands playing today, so I don’t really know anything about these guys,” Straub offered. “I’m really enjoying their sound, though. They kind of remind me of old Darkthrone, but with a lot of really cool arpeggios that sound like Ulver’s ‘Nattens Madrigal’ album. But when I glanced at their merch, I instinctively took out my phone to Google ‘Vindfull Skog Nazis’ before heading over there. Trust me, if you’re at all into black metal, you know how problematic the genre is on the whole, which is surprising given it’s largely comprised of Tolkien-worshiping geeks. This is a necessary precaution.”

Band manager Sverre Tveirtag noticed Straub from across the venue.

“I saw this guy appearing to enjoy the band before looking over in my direction. Then he took out his phone and I knew exactly what he was doing,” Tveirtag said. “When you’ve been involved in black metal as long as I have, it becomes second nature to double-check whether a band is problematic before buying their merch. I still cringe when I remember the time I put on an old Burzum shirt without thinking before heading to a party. Luckily, I’ve also done my research on Vindfull Skog, and they’re fine. I learned my lesson from my brief stint managing Peste Noire.”

Music Merchandiser Carol Irwin provided insight into the situation.

“I can personally attest to the negative effect that sketchy behavior exhibited by so many black metal artists has on merch sales,” Irwin noted. “I have access to figures that show a direct negative correlation between an artist doing or saying something suspicious or even downright bigoted and the resulting revenue change. A band can be the hottest thing on the black metal scene, then boom: their lead singer does a Hitler salute at a festival in Germany. It can be an absolute nightmare for those of us employed to smooth out profit margins with our merch distributors.”

At press time, Straub had wandered over to a nearby merch tent and purchased an Inquisition shirt because he liked the artwork, figuring any further preliminary research would be unnecessary.

Hellcat Records’ Entire Roster Exposed as Just The Interrupters Wearing Different Colored Fred Perry Shirts

Posted on by Matt Oriente

LOS ANGELES — Former Hellcat Records intern Alexis Merz revealed that the entire band roster consists of The Interrupters dressed in variously colored Fred Perry shirts, confirmed shocked sources.

“It’s been sort of a known secret within the label,” explained Merz. “But for those new to the label, like I was at the time, you start to notice the little things, like the singer of a freshly signed band sounds a lot like Aimee [Allen] Interrupter, but you shake it off because Aimee, and a lot of the bands on this label, all sound like someone doing a Tim Armstrong impression. Hell, I was even mistaken for the bassist of HorrorPops because I wore a Fred Perry shirt. I’ve been sticking with Penguin polos ever since.”

Allen, the lead singer of The Interrupters, explained that there was never any intent to deceive.

“It just kind of just happened,” said Allen. “I remember going into pre-production on our first album, which Tim [Armstrong] produced. We had meetings with Tim and we noticed after the second meeting after playing a song for him he’d ask why we were covering an Interrupters track and to play something original. Naive as we were, we thought this was part of his process. By the end of the meeting, we’d have another contract to sign, with some random band name on it, like Charged GBH or Rat Boy. We soon realized this could be pretty lucrative, so every few meetings, we’d just show up in different colored Fred Perry shirts and Groucho glasses, and we’d have another record contract. No one was stopping us.”

Co-founder of Hellcat Records, Brett Gurewitz, tried to prevent Armstrong from continually resigning The Interrupters.

“After the Interrupters received their fourth record contract, we pulled Tim aside and asked him if he knew that they were pulling a fast one. He’d looked at us like we were idiots, aggressively mumbled something about ‘his crew’ and ‘Travis Barker’ and just left. Nothing resolved. I’m pretty sure he threatened us that day, but I can never understand him. The upside was, the records would sell, so we let it continue. Tim’s either a genius or only really associates people based on the color of their pique polo.”

At press time, Hellcats Records has pledged to improve and has appointed a DEI leader to diversify its roster and donated 100 Fred Perry shirts to Lars Frederiksen.

Opinion: If Green Day Is Considered “Punk,” Then I Should Be Considered Mentally Fit Enough for Visitation Rights

Posted on by Trevor Hazell

It’s the age old debate for us millennial punks; what is Green Day’s current standing in our fine culture? Most naysayers point to their sophomore album “Kerplunk” which began to draw the attention of major record companies as the moment they forsake their patch and sold out for the almighty dollar. Green Day unequivocally changed the punk genre with their mainstream debut, but was it for better or worse? It depends on who you ask. No matter what side you’re on though, we can all agree on one thing: if Green Day is still considered punk, then I should be granted visitation rights with my kids.

Now I know what you’re thinking, “Uh, Green Day is Pop Punk at best!” That may be so, but would we stand by and claim Buffalo Springfield isn’t rock simply because of their folk influence? Is Creed not post-grunge just because they’re horny for Jesus? And am I guilty of stalking and menacing my ex simply because she lives on the street I insist on taking to work each day? I defy you to stand before a judge and claim otherwise, because I’ve done just that and it did not work out in my favor.

Those in the San Francisco punk scene in the early 90s led the crusade against the band, their signing with Reprise Records being the catalyst. But even after being banned from their home club of Gilman for “selling out,” Green Day refused to never not embrace who they were, just as I did after every bar in a 10 mile radius banned me and labeled me a menace to society.

Many still consider financial success to be the hard line of punk stardom that should not be crossed. But despite my ex-wife’s similar attempts to keep me down with superfluous child support payments, I will not rest until the world at large acknowledges that Green Day can still be Punk despite me not being allowed to deliver my son his birthday present in person.

If being successful doing what you love is “selling out,” then sure, I’m guilty of selling out, specifically opioids out of my truck behind the local Wawa. But if Green Day can still exist in Punk culture after abandoning their anti-capitalist ideals, then there’s no reason my multiple “brandishing a firearm” road-rage incidents should disallow me from being a father.

So this is my final plea to the punk community and Judge Arthur Makinsky of the Gilchrist County Courthouse. Would you put my children through the same pain of missing their father that Billie Joe Armstrong endured? Let us avoid another “Wake Me Up When September Ends” by making things right: by legally forcing my children to spend time with me.