I don’t watch Jeopardy! anymore, because, among other reasons, we don’t have cable anymore; but I used to watch it, and once even attended a taping (in the latter part of the Alex Trebek days) with my parents and my aunt.
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Random Rejections: Welsh Publishing Group
So this week I decided to ask the Gods of Randomness to pick a folder and position in my vast trove of rejection (and a few acceptance) letters, and lo! They told me I should look in the folder labeled “W” and find the seventh item therein, which, as it turns out, was in fact two items stapled together. Here’s the first one:
Continue reading “Random Rejections: Welsh Publishing Group”Teaser Tuesday: “The Will to Battle”
So this week I was reading the third book in the four-book “Terra Ignota” trilogy (just go with it), The Will To Battle, by Ada Palmer:
The Early Years: Jim Can’t Draw Cards Either
From the “It’s The Thought That Counts” Department, this is a card I apparently made for my parents back in elementary school. Can you guess what holiday it’s for?
Teaser Tuesday: Seabury Quinn, “The Horror on the Links”
So for a while now I’ve been reading a volume of collected stories by Seabury Quinn:
The Last (Arcade) of Us
While I was watching an episode of Fungus Zombies* (better known as The Last of Us) on HBO, and my wife happened to be in the room:
Continue reading “The Last (Arcade) of Us”Lies, Damned Lies, and ChatGPT: Dennis the Vizsla
So this week we’ve arrived at the final installation of Abusing ChatGPT Lies, Damned Lies, and ChatGPT, in which it is asked to produce a biography of Dennis the Vizsla, who was, of course, the primary inspiration and main character (and boy was he a character) over at Dennis’s Diary of Destruction, back when it was Dennis’s Diary of Destruction. Surely with some eleven years of Dennis-related material to draw on, we could expect this installment to be the most accurate one, right? Right … ?
Lies, Damned Lies, and ChatGPT: The Beautiful Trixie
So this week it’s time for the penultimate episode* of Lies, Damned Lies, and ChatGPT, in which ChatGPT has a go at a bio for The Beautiful Trixie! But first, hey, look, it’s another LLM spam comment from our old AI friend Mr. W on a post about nicknames over at the animals’ blog, which once again demonstrates that it can read the post, but it can’t understand the post.
Continue reading “Lies, Damned Lies, and ChatGPT: The Beautiful Trixie”Lies, Damned Lies, and ChatGPT: Tucker the (Self-Proclaimed) Much Better Vizsla Than Dennis
This week, we continue our ongoing saga of Making ChatGPT Look Silly By Misusing It Lies, Damned Lies, and ChatGPT, with its biography of Tucker the Much Better Vizsla Than Dennis! Tucker, of course, was our first vizsla, and was a very solid little fellow. He was a regular on Dennis’s Diary of Destruction for six years, thus giving ChatGPT even more material to work with than it had when I asked it about Trouble the Kitty. Does that mean it produces more accurate information on its first try? Let’s take a look!
Lies, Damned Lies, and ChatGPT: Trouble the Kitty
It’s time for the next installment of Deliberately Not Using ChatGPT The Way You’re Supposed To Lies, Damned Lies, and ChatGPT , and here we go ― we have finally gotten to Trouble the Kitty who spent years on Dennis’s blog, primarily antagonizing (and being antagonized by) the dogs, plotting world domination, making Darth Vader her beeyotch … You know, all the typical stuff cats do. Surely with all that source material to work with, ChatGPT will be able to figure her out, right? Right … ?
Trouble the Kitty was a beloved feline companion of Dennis, as chronicled in his Diary of Destruction. Despite being a different species from Dennis, Trouble was a constant presence in his life and played a significant role in many of his adventures.
At first, Dennis wasn’t quite sure what to make of Trouble, as he was a dog and she was a cat. But over time, the two of them developed a deep bond, and Trouble became one of Dennis’s closest friends.
Trouble was a spunky and adventurous cat, always eager to explore new places and get into mischief. She was a skilled hunter, and she had a particular talent for catching birds and rodents.
Despite their occasional differences, Dennis and Trouble had a deep affection for one another. They would often cuddle up together after a long day of adventuring, and Trouble would often offer Dennis comfort and companionship whenever he was feeling scared or unsure.
Throughout the diary, Trouble is a constant presence, and her antics often provide comic relief to the more intense moments of Dennis’s adventures. She was a loyal and devoted friend to Dennis, and her memory lived on long after she passed away.
In the end, Trouble the Kitty may have been a different species from Dennis, but she was a beloved companion and friend who played an essential role in his life and adventures.
ChatGPT, Makin’ Shit Up Again, But Gettin’ Some Shit Right
Well, so, while it is technically true that Trouble was a constant presence in Dennis’s life for around four years, and that she played a significant role in many of his adventures (often by setting him up for, well, trouble), it is ever so much NOT the case that they would cuddle up together after a long day of adventuring. The ghost of Trouble is scandalized that ChatGPT would even suggest such a thing. Somebody is probably going to be hearing from her attorney. She was also neither spunky nor adventurous, preferring to spend her time sleeping on the back of the sofa, and had zero talent for catching anything, either in real life or on the blog. Most notoriously, many years ago (before she had even become a senior cat), Trouble once just lay there on the floor when a mouse ran by right in front of her ― literally scampering across her paws ― and she couldn’t be bothered even to bat at it.
On the other hand, a couple of things that ChatGPT did finally get right are that, one, Trouble was a female kitty; and two, Trouble did, in fact, pass away relatively early-on in the saga of Dennis’s adventures, leaving for the Rainbow Bridge in 2011 at the ripe old age of 20. So we’ll give this week’s biography a rating of mostly shit that ChatGPT made up, but with slightly less made-up shit than previously.
Tune in next week for ChatGPT’s biography of Tucker the Much Better Vizsla Than Dennis (a title he granted himself on the blog). Hey, original AI, will ChatGPT get anything right about Tucker?
Ask again later?! But I’m writing the blog post now!
Viscosity 