$1.75 Billion Pet Rock
NOTES: Quibi: Profit Margin Of Nothing
Battling Sedona humidity and lukewarm coffee, Marcus breaks down Quibi's $1.75B Pet Rock grift and why 2026 AI video bros are selling you empty boxes.
$1.75 Billion Pet Rock
Battling Sedona humidity and lukewarm coffee, Marcus breaks down Quibi's $1.75B Pet Rock grift and why 2026 AI video bros are selling you empty boxes.
High-Bandwidth Tomb
Paradromics promises seamless BCI integration, but your brain's firewall is building a high-bandwidth tomb. A dog's breakfast of tech-fail and digital rot.
Digital Mausoleum
Second Life isn't a utopia; it's a digital mausoleum. Discover how psychographic inflation and compute debt turned users into janitors of a server farm.
Wetware
Neuralink's $9B wetware problem is a dog's breakfast. Your brain isn't a motherboard, mates—it's a hostile environment bricking their forever-chip.
Tech Slumlord
They sold us the cloud, but it's a windowless room in Jersey on fire. Why Equinix is the tech slumlord of the AI era, smelling of ozone and hubris.
Juicero
Juicero wasn't just a business failure; it was a $120M Britpop B-side of peak tech delusion. Why human hands beat Silicon Valley’s fear of the physical.
AI Bubble
Welcome to the AI Hotel California. Choking on Sedona humidity and lukewarm coffee while 80,000 H100s burn venture capital. The cloud is a locked cage.
Bodega Backlash
Google Glass wasn't just a tech fail; it was a hostile takeover of your eyeball. Dive into the Bodega Backlash and the terrifying rise of stealth-optics.
Akamai crash
Akamai's 72-hour outage wasn't a rogue AI—it was old plumbing choking on a 512-byte DNS packet. Welcome to the $900M toll bridge to nowhere.
Zombie Cells
Unity Biotech promised to cure aging but burned $700M on a zombie cell hustle. A cynical dive into the Telomere Cliff and rotting from the inside out.
3D TV Swindle
Remember those chunky 3D glasses? We paid extra for a migraine. Now tech giants are strapping that same biological failure directly to your face in 2026.
Selvedge Scam
London’s spitting again. That cold, muslin-grey drizzle that hunts for loose threads in your coat and your resolve. They’re selling you a story about yourself, mate. It’s called the ‘Selvedge Margin.’ A perfect, self-finished edge for your identity that never frays. The cost of entry