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, reluctant subscriber to everything, including his own despair It hit me this morning—right after I got a “Your Payment Failed” email from a note-taking app I haven’t opened in six months—that I am being nickel-and-dimed by the subscription economy so thoroughly, I should qualify as an involuntary investor. I sat there, sipping…
by Ken Hollow, proud website owner and full-time existential crisis manager Every morning I wake up, stare at my analytics dashboard, and ask myself the same question: “Why am I still doing this?” By “this,” I mean writing daily blog posts. On an actual website. A real one, with its own domain, CMS, SEO plugin,…
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…
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…
By Ken Hollow, definitely not crying in a broom closet again There comes a time in every digital manager’s life when you stare into the abyss of AI video tools and ask yourself a deeply spiritual question: “Which of these cursed platforms will make my client look hot enough to distract from the fact that…