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Post Lazarus Jason! starts a skincare vlog called “Pit Perfect” and it is the most cursed content on the Batcave intranet.
It starts as a joke.
It stays a joke.
But it gains a cult following.
Jason: “Welcome back to Pit Perfect, today we’re making a DIY Lazarus exfoliating mask that may or may not cause hallucinations. But your pores? Flawless.”
Tim is the cameraman. Against his will.
He holds up cue cards that say things like:
“Please stop drinking the serum.”
“This is not FDA approved.”
“You are not a doctor.”
“Help me.” (he holds this one a lot.)
Episode titles:
“Glow Up or Blow Up?”
“Detoxing with Demonic Energy”
“Is That a Rash or Just Resurrection?”
“Skincare for the Formerly Deceased”
“Holy Water but Make It Moisturizing”
Jason (holding a glowing green serum):
“I found this in the basement next to the Bat-dinosaur. If you mix it with rose water and just a touch of existential rage, it clears your skin AND your moral compass.”
Tim (behind camera): “Why does it smell like despair?”
Jason: “That’s the active ingredient.”
Special Guest Episode:
Damian walks on screen. Silently stares. Pours glitter into the serum. Walks away.
Jason names it “Ras Al Sparkle.”
Obviously steph finds out and cameos
“Hi, today I’ll be showing you how to do a resurrection-ready cat eye using only Batmobile grease and sheer force of will.”
Bruce finds out.
He bans Jason from the Batcomputer.
Jason uploads a tutorial titled: “Contouring Like a Disappointment to Your Father.”
Cass watches every episode.
No one knows why.
She nods silently. Leaves him fancy moisturizers like offerings.
Even if you think AI search could be good, it won’t be good
TONIGHT (May 15), I'm in NORTH HOLLYWOOD for a screening of STEPHANIE KELTON'S FINDING THE MONEY; FRIDAY (May 17), I'm at the INTERNET ARCHIVE in SAN FRANCISCO to keynote the 10th anniversary of the AUTHORS ALLIANCE.
The big news in search this week is that Google is continuing its transition to "AI search" – instead of typing in search terms and getting links to websites, you'll ask Google a question and an AI will compose an answer based on things it finds on the web:
https://blog.google/products/search/generative-ai-google-search-may-2024/
Google bills this as "let Google do the googling for you." Rather than searching the web yourself, you'll delegate this task to Google. Hidden in this pitch is a tacit admission that Google is no longer a convenient or reliable way to retrieve information, drowning as it is in AI-generated spam, poorly labeled ads, and SEO garbage:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/05/03/keyword-swarming/#site-reputation-abuse
Googling used to be easy: type in a query, get back a screen of highly relevant results. Today, clicking the top links will take you to sites that paid for placement at the top of the screen (rather than the sites that best match your query). Clicking further down will get you scams, AI slop, or bulk-produced SEO nonsense.
AI-powered search promises to fix this, not by making Google search results better, but by having a bot sort through the search results and discard the nonsense that Google will continue to serve up, and summarize the high quality results.
Now, there are plenty of obvious objections to this plan. For starters, why wouldn't Google just make its search results better? Rather than building a LLM for the sole purpose of sorting through the garbage Google is either paid or tricked into serving up, why not just stop serving up garbage? We know that's possible, because other search engines serve really good results by paying for access to Google's back-end and then filtering the results:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/04/teach-me-how-to-shruggie/#kagi
Another obvious objection: why would anyone write the web if the only purpose for doing so is to feed a bot that will summarize what you've written without sending anyone to your webpage? Whether you're a commercial publisher hoping to make money from advertising or subscriptions, or – like me – an open access publisher hoping to change people's minds, why would you invite Google to summarize your work without ever showing it to internet users? Nevermind how unfair that is, think about how implausible it is: if this is the way Google will work in the future, why wouldn't every publisher just block Google's crawler?
A third obvious objection: AI is bad. Not morally bad (though maybe morally bad, too!), but technically bad. It "hallucinates" nonsense answers, including dangerous nonsense. It's a supremely confident liar that can get you killed:
https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2023/sep/01/mushroom-pickers-urged-to-avoid-foraging-books-on-amazon-that-appear-to-be-written-by-ai
The promises of AI are grossly oversold, including the promises Google makes, like its claim that its AI had discovered millions of useful new materials. In reality, the number of useful new materials Deepmind had discovered was zero:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/23/maximal-plausibility/#reverse-centaurs
This is true of all of AI's most impressive demos. Often, "AI" turns out to be low-waged human workers in a distant call-center pretending to be robots:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/31/neural-interface-beta-tester/#tailfins
Sometimes, the AI robot dancing on stage turns out to literally be just a person in a robot suit pretending to be a robot:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/29/pay-no-attention/#to-the-little-man-behind-the-curtain
The AI video demos that represent "an existential threat to Hollywood filmmaking" turn out to be so cumbersome as to be practically useless (and vastly inferior to existing production techniques):
https://www.wheresyoured.at/expectations-versus-reality/
But let's take Google at its word. Let's stipulate that:
a) It can't fix search, only add a slop-filtering AI layer on top of it; and
b) The rest of the world will continue to let Google index its pages even if they derive no benefit from doing so; and
c) Google will shortly fix its AI, and all the lies about AI capabilities will be revealed to be premature truths that are finally realized.
AI search is still a bad idea. Because beyond all the obvious reasons that AI search is a terrible idea, there's a subtle – and incurable – defect in this plan: AI search – even excellent AI search – makes it far too easy for Google to cheat us, and Google can't stop cheating us.
The Sixth Stage Of Grief
Published 01/02/2026 | E-rated | CW: Non-Con | 9475 words | Oneshot
Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence; Rape/Non-Con; John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley; John "Soap" MacTavish; Simon "Ghost" Riley; Dead Dove: Do Not Eat; Power Imbalance; Extremely Dubious Consent; Consent Was Not Consulted; Gaslighting; Plausible Deniability If You Squint; Compulsory Heterosexual John "Soap" MacTavish; He Is Not Figuring It Out Here; Sexual Coercion; Trauma Bonding; Codependency; Non-Chronological; Author Has Never Played Call Of Duty; Author Has Only Watched Other People Play Call of Duty; Author Has Read A Metric Tonne Of Ghoap Fic Too; Baby's First Ghoap Fic; Exactly Like Riding A Bike; Oneshot; Ambiguous/Open Ending; Not Beta Read; we die like my sleep schedule; Unresolved Emotional Tension; Dark fic
If it means Soap gets Ghost's voice reverberating low and close in his ear, telling him how sweet he sounds, that he's doing a good job, 'good boy, Johnny, so fucking perfect, made for this' – he’d take it. At this point he’d take that over this hot load of... nothing. He’ll suffer the side of his mouth cracking at the stretch of being gagged, and inhaling pre-cum and spit, for the dregs of their former closeness. He'll be dizzy and desperate for Ghost to touch him softly after (he will); for Ghost to hold him close and fix the hurts (he can’t); tell him he did good without turning him into nothing first (...he won't).
Or: Ghost only ever has sweet words or praise for Soap when he’s hurting him.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/78733731
if we're talking pastel edits era and leaving the flirting in, we NEED to talk about dan in the pinof bloopers 6 saying that phil looks hot and he'd smash that nose... the way that this was 2014 and they left it in, sometimes the calls were truly coming from inside the house
the kinds of things they've said half jokingly and it's worked because there was always this layer of sarcasm or silliness and you look back and go "jesus christ"
Would you still love me if I committed an obvious murder?
Plausible deniability is bollocks. Clearly it doesn't matter, not like you.
how much Hollanov shit can I reblog before the people who followed me for polar exploration history abandon ship
my friend asked me what I was doing until 4am last night and I said I was reading, watching formula one and rewatching my favourite romcom.
I purposefully left out that what I was reading was a 50k lestappen fic, the formula one was actually just edits on TikTok, and the said romcom was a compilation of Lestappen and landoscar moments on YouTube.