Bad AI deserves better jokes.
Someone posted
another AI poster.
Crooked fingers. Melted lettering. A DJ with seven elbows. We point at it, raise one eyebrow and ask the only question that matters.
Verdict pending. The pixels are sweating.
Field reports from the prompt mines
The AI, Innit? collection
The manifesto
We are not anti-AI.
We are anti-rubbish.
AI can be brilliant. It can also produce a luxury villa floating three metres above the sea, a steak with eyelashes, and event posters written in a language last spoken by kitchen appliances.
AI, Innit? exists to celebrate the glorious failures, suspiciously smooth success stories, and every “graphic designer” who discovered prompting yesterday afternoon.
Find a questionable creation in the wild.
Choose the appropriate reaction specialist.
“AI, innit?” No thesis required.
Release the meme into its natural habitat.
Found evidence?
Submit a suspicious specimen.
Send us your melted menus, seven-fingered DJs, impossible food photography and inspirational quotes written by a toaster.