Today, I did some further testing with that AI known as Chat GPT. I am trying to demonstrate to people how predictable the thing really is. To do so, I have generated TV episode scripts with slight input variations, and you’ll see that the resulting story structures are identical. Never mind the individual words. Whether …
You know how ostriches, when they want to hide from reality, bury their heads in the sand? It’s not true, but it’s where the expression comes from. Somebody saw an ostrich looking for a contact lens in the sand, and immediately assumed they were hiding from something, or up to no good and didn’t want …
In the words of Winston Churchill, I am not a boomer, and you are an idiot. Tomorrow, I shall not be a boomer, and you will still be an idiot. Something like that. He was an irascible old fart, and so am I. Maybe we’re related.
Tonight, Christmas Eve, after rewatching A Christmas Carol for the 400th time, I learned a valuable lesson: you should ask the people you care about if they have any crippled children. Apparently, people sometimes have crippled children, and they don’t want anyone to find out, so they don’t voluntarily talk about them or let them …
Apparently, as the stories were paraphrased to me by an illiterate wino (maybe she said widow? I wasn’t actually listening), Jesus cured the leopards, made the lame nerds cool, and defeated the high school swim team by walking to the finish line, but he never once offered to heal anyone’s hemorrhoids. Why is that? Shoulder …
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