Maggie Appleton calls it jetspraying the web with AI slop. Here is why that cheap flood is so exhausting, told through Information Foraging Theory, and why your tiredness is a rational response, not a personal failing.
That creeping sense that the internet is mostly bots talking to bots has a name. Here is why the feeling is partly real, partly a trick your own mind plays, and what apophenia and the illusory truth effect are doing to you while you scroll.
I got called a bad explainer, and I think I earned it. The fix isn't reading minds. It's the curse of knowledge, Grice's maxim of quantity, and treating an explanation like a game of catch instead of a monologue.
I started with Paladins, not Overwatch. A love letter to hero shooters like Marvel Rivals and Overwatch, and why their living game of rock-paper-scissors, with tanks, DPS, supports, and ultimates, is so stupidly fun.