## A Ceiling Raccoon & The State of Modern AI – Just Peachy
Right, let’s talk about something truly important: a raccoon dropping from the ceiling at LaGuardia Airport. Honestly, I’m not even *slightly* surprised. That airport is a monument to bureaucratic inertia and general chaos, so a furry bandit rappelling down through an HVAC vent feels entirely on brand. It’s practically performance art at this point.
But you know what else felt inevitable? The release of that new AI model, the one with the suspiciously friendly name. Because apparently, after years of promises about revolutionizing everything from poetry to quantum physics, we get… *this*. A slightly larger language processor that mostly just regurgitates information and occasionally hallucinates plausible-sounding nonsense.
Seriously! We’ve been promised sentient assistants, capable problem-solvers, the dawn of a new intellectual age! What we got is something that can write a decent limerick but struggles to distinguish between a cat and a ceiling raccoon. A *ceiling raccoon*, people! The animal literally defied gravity for entertainment while this supposed technological marvel babbles about optimizing supply chains.
It’s peak absurdity. It’s as if the universe itself is mocking our aspirations with increasingly ridiculous juxtapositions. A raccoon choosing an airport drop over, say, foraging for trash? That demonstrates a level of independent decision-making that this new “AI” can only dream of achieving.
And we’re supposed to be impressed? We’re supposed to invest billions and declare it progress? I think I prefer the raccoons. At least *they* have a certain chaotic integrity about them. They’re honest about their goals: snacks and mischief. Can you honestly say the same for this thing?
