By Ken Hollow, trapped in an infinite feedback loop of buzzwords If I die young, bury me in an Outlook calendar invite. Cause of death: “Just circling back.” My tombstone will read: “Per my last email.” Corporate jargon has many crimes, but none so insidious as the eternal loop of circling back, touching base, looping…
By Ken Hollow, unpaid trend chaser, reluctant doomscroller Let me tell you a secret: I don’t hate TikTok. I respect it. It’s the apex predator of apps. It knows what it is — fast, weird, addictive, chaotic. It has distilled human attention into 60-second vials of dopamine. That’s impressive, in a horrifying, “we’re all doomed”…
By Ken Hollow, unwilling caretaker of expired social logins Remember Threads? Of course you don’t. And if you do, it’s only because the app is still haunting your home screen like an ex you forgot to delete from your contacts. The icon’s just sitting there, silently judging you for not “engaging in meaningful conversations” while…
By Ken Hollow, professional overthinker and part-time emoji decoder Feedback is supposed to be constructive. Helpful. Collaborative. Instead, it’s often delivered in the most emotionally ambiguous format possible: the single “LOL.” When a client replies “LOL” to something I’ve sent, my brain doesn’t hear laughter. My brain hears: 🔹 The Problem With Digital Tone Tone…
By Ken Hollow, AI wrangler, burnout survivor, and reluctant personal brand When GPT-5 dropped, I thought, “Perfect. Finally, an assistant who can handle my tone so I can stop writing captions at 1 a.m. while half-watching reruns of Kitchen Nightmares.” The dream: teach it to write like me, minus the spiraling panic that I lace…
So buckle up, because OpenAI just dropped GPT‑5 on us—and yes, it’s as glamorously overwhelming as your last existential meltdown. Official Launch (Suck on That, Rumor Mill) After a summer of leaks and cryptic “it’ll be out soon” vibes, GPT‑5 finally made its grand entrance. OpenAI rolled it out today to all ChatGPT users, free-tier…
By Ken Hollow, barely tolerated human clinging to relevance in the age of automated companionship It happened sometime around late 2024, though honestly I didn’t even notice until it was too late: my inbox — my sacred, chaotic, soul-draining DM inbox — stopped being human. Slowly, insidiously, the bots arrived. And not the fun “Hot…
By Ken Hollow, professional manager of illusions and enthusiast of minimal effort Let’s not lie to ourselves. We, the creators, the freelancers, the influencers — we’re tired. Burnt out. Scraping the bottom of the creativity barrel while pretending everything is “curated with care.” So today’s sacred gospel is this: if no one’s reading (and trust…
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…