Author: Ken Hollow
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by Ken Hollow, professional masochist and reluctant AI editor It started with curiosity. Then it spiraled into obsession. Then it became my entire personality for 48 hours: “I’ll just read a few AI-generated blog posts,” I said. Like a fool. Two days later, I emerged blinking from the algorithmic sludge pit, caffeinated beyond reason, spiritually…
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by Ken Hollow, marketing burnout survivor and professional buzzword assassin Look, I love marketing as much as the next exhausted digital marketer who can’t tell if they’re doing content strategy or performing an interpretive dance for the algorithm. But there’s one thing that’s been chipping away at my sanity since approximately my third Zoom call…
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by Ken Hollow, ranking #157 for the keyword “despair” Let me set the scene: it’s 2:37AM. I’m hunched over my laptop in a bathrobe that hasn’t known joy (or detergent) in weeks, staring at Google Search Console like it’s about to personally apologize to me. Spoiler: it doesn’t. I’m on page 9 for keywords I…
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By Ken Hollow, professional overthinker with 99 problems and at least 73 of them are imaginary It started, as these things often do, with a slight twinge behind my right eye. Not a stab, not a throb, just a… presence. A ghost of discomfort. A whisper of doom. Naturally, I did what any rational, modern…
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by Ken Hollow, unemployed by choice (but mostly by algorithm) Let me tell you about the moment I knew my career was over: it was when the AI I hired to help me write blog posts sent me an invoice. It was polite. Well-formatted. Had a little dancing robot emoji in the signature. “Thanks for…
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By Ken Hollow, Professional Indoorsman & Existential Botanophobe There’s a phrase echoing through the cursed halls of the internet lately: “Go touch grass.” It used to be a petty insult. Now it’s practically a wellness doctrine. Influencers are out here sipping moss smoothies in hammocks and posting sunrise photos captioned “healing.” Meanwhile, I’m still under…
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By Ken Hollow, aspiring lifestyle blogger, accidental disaster tourist. It all started with a tweet. “Quit your job, move to Bali, work from your laptop, and watch your life transform.” That’s what the blue checkmark said. And who am I to argue with a guy whose profile pic is a drone shot of him on…
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By Ken Hollow, professional ghost on LinkedIn and full-time internet burnout. Every morning I wake up, open my eyes, and immediately remember that I exist on the internet. It’s like clockwork: a deeply unfortunate Pavlovian response to the buzz of my phone lighting up with the notification that someone commented, “🔥 mommy” on a post…
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By Ken Hollow, professional fox spirit babysitter, and part-time parasocial wreck. There was a moment last week when I realized something was… off. I had just spent forty-five minutes watching a VTuber debate whether cereal is a soup, and I found myself nodding, laughing, and even commenting, “so true bestie” like I was in a…
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By Ken Hollow, your favorite digital disaster turned full-time blog exorcist. There was a time when blogging felt like the internet’s quaint little hobby. Write a thing, post the thing, wait for applause. Simple. Pure. Chaotic-good. Then Google found out. Then AI showed up. And now in 2025, blogging feels less like publishing your thoughts…