I’ve taken a habit, recently, to proclaim my desire to explode in lieu of anything more realistically violent I could wish upon myself when I feel stressed. And, in what would likely be more concerning if I were a sentient bomb talking to a bomb diffusal squad, I’ve been saying that a lot lately, primarily because of the copious amounts of AI nonsense I’ve been seeing… everywhere. Epic Games, the ever-boycottable company called Microsoft, the decompiling community, the poison has…