Another Twenty-Three Million Dollars Pissed Against the Wall for a Piece of Digital Jewellery

Oh for fuck’s sake. Just when you thought the AI bubble couldn’t get any more piss-taking, some bright spark called “Sandbar”—presumably named after the sedimentary deposit that clogs up your plumbing—has convinced venture capitalists to hand over twenty-three million actual dollars for a ring that writes your shitty meeting notes for you.

Yeah, you read that right. A ring. For your finger. Because apparently the fifteen other devices in your immediate vicinity with microphones aren’t quite invasive enough. This little titanium turd sits on your digit, listening to every brain-meltingly dull conversation about “synergising cross-platform paradigms” while you sit there fantasizing about which window to jump from.

Twenty. Three. Million. Dollars. That’s not seed money, that’s not an angel investment—that’s a Series A, which means multiple supposedly intelligent adults sat in a room, looked at a PowerPoint full of buzzwords like “ambient intelligence” and “wearable LLM,” and decided that what the world really needs is yet another surveillance device to document the slow death of human creativity in conference room B.

You know what this thing does? It transcribes meetings. It summarizes action items. It probably judges your tone of voice and suggests you “sound more collaborative” when you’re actually trying to say “this is the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard.” It’s a $300 piece of hardware to do what a fucking notepad and the will to live have managed for centuries, except now with added cloud dependency and a subscription fee that’ll bleed you drier than a vampire in a blood bank.

And don’t give me that “it helps with accessibility” bollocks. If you care about accessibility, hire a human note-taker who won’t sell your medical diagnosis to data brokers. This is just another way for middle-management wankers to pretend they’re being productive while they scroll LinkedIn during stand-ups. “Oh, I don’t need to pay attention, my ring has it covered.” Great, now you’re not even pretending to give a shit, you’re just outsourcing your basic cognitive functions to a glorified mood ring with WiFi.

The best part? In eighteen months when this company goes tits-up because nobody wants to charge yet another gadget every night just to have a written record of Dave from Accounting’s thoughts on quarterly tax filings, those VCs will write it off as a “learning experience” while the founders sail off to Bali on your pension money. Meanwhile, you’ll be stuck with a doorstop that doubles as a reminder of your own gullibility.

Save your money. Buy a notebook. Learn shorthand. Or better yet, stop going to so many goddamn meetings. But whatever you do, don’t fund these Silicon Valley circle-jerks any further.

Source: https://techcrunch.com/2026/03/10/sandbar-secures-23m-series-a-for-its-ai-note-taking-ring/

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Anecdote: Reminds me of the time we had “Smart Whiteboards” installed in the meeting rooms. Cost the company forty grand and required three different apps to operate. First day, the projector burned out because someone left a Post-it note on the lens. Second day, the capacitive pens went missing and turned up in the toilet cistern. By Wednesday, we’d taped a sheet of A4 over the motion sensor to stop it from auto-waking every time someone walked past with a coffee. By Friday, I was using it to prop open the fire door during the evacuation drill—ironically, the only useful function it ever served. Technology is only as smart as the bastards trying to use it, and that’s not fucking very.

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