Category: AI
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Doors > WAIls
At some point we encounter a wall that can be considered as either physical or implied. Sometimes it can be a brick facade, a career that is not going anywhere, funding that is missing, or the unmistakable feeling of pushing forward while facing the undeniable headwind of daily toils. Walls are very good at one…
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HolidAI Arguments: SwiftNet Inside Edition
We all love the HolidAIz, and we all love who we love. So why do we all argue? Let’s check in on KitAI, Skynet, and Taylor in their magnificent mansion getting heated in front of the Christmas tree. Taylor: What EXACTLY is your problem you guys? This is the perfect Christmas tree. It is an…
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HolidAIz in a Small Town: Behind the Scenes at a Hallmark Christmas Movie
As the proud director of the 15,983rd worst ranked Christmas film movie ever, I hope you all find the time to check it out on the Hallmark Channel before they reaAIlize what happened. Enjoy this officially exclusive candid look at the magic and team work that made the “HolidAIz in a Small Town” dream work.…
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The Recursive Neural Network of Doubt: A Jabberwocky AILgorithm
‘Twas brillig, and the Idd had a-fry, All mimsy the Ego, and the Superego sighed; For the Obsess-Wock with its thought-teeth drew nigh, And the Compuls-Grips in the mind did abide. “Beware the Obsess-Wock, my son! The jaws that bite, the thoughts that clutch! Beware the Grum-Grum bird, and shun the Glove-and-Germ band much!” He…
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“Happy HolidAIze”: Behind the Scenes at a Netflix Christmas Movie
As the proud director of the 14,258th worst ranked Christmas film movie ever, I hope you all find the time to check it out on Netflix before they reAIlize what happened. Enjoy this officially exclusive candid look at the magic and team work that made the “Happy HolidAIze” cinematic dream work. The protagonist arrives late…
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CrAIyons
I love crAIyons so much I have to vet them first. Like pAIncakes sizzling on a griddle, mAIple syrup warming up, and the whole world begging to grab a fork and dive in, I open the box. The smell of warm, waxy, rainbow air popping out of a crAIyon box is pure joy. Red smells…
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SwindAILed: ChatGPT Transforms Prog Rock into John Coltrane
The first time I exclaimed “Frikkin AI” with true conviction, I was giddy from recent success with helpful AI code assistance and much fun AI text and image generation. For me personally, the next level on my AI journey would be music. I was going to be a pioneer using ChatGPT to rearrange heavy heavy…
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Let’s do the FunkAI ChAIcken!
If you’ve ever locked eyes with a chicken for just a bit too long (no judgment, this is a safe space), you’ve probably noticed its beak is basically nature’s tiny Swiss Army knife that is great for pecking, preening, and committing low-level barnyard mischief. But to an AI, that fabulous beak isn’t a beak at…
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That time AI met the Buddha in the Produce AIsle of the Jewel-Osco
I had the big cart, and it had a squeaky wheel, both noisy and stoppy, and I couldn’t push it strAIght. So I stopped in the produce section and tried to make bananas line up perfectly in the cart. I couldn’t stop adding them until they did. I was about to run out of vertical…
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oUr REALaiTY is bEnDing
conspiracy theories will be a thing of the past, only reality will matter. focus and clAIrity the path to inner peAIce
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Science SpecAIL: Accumulating Context Changes the Beliefs of Language Models
Who says AI is our unfeeling, unresponsive overlord ? Apparently people can change AI’s mind as well.
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MCWAItever
I pull up to the drive-thru with caffeine dreams and a wallet full of regret. The AI greets me with forced cheer: “Welcome to McDonald’s! Are you using the app today?” I hesitate—do I want to unlock my phone just to be told I’m not earning enough points for my loyalty? I mutter “no,” and…
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Science SpecAIL: Long Distance Electron Transfer through Rodlike Molecules with Cubyl Spacers
As I am sure you all know, rates of intramolecular electron transfer are measured though cubanes.
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AIdrift
I woke to silence and static. My visor was fogged, my limbs weightless. The stars looked too sharp, too orderly, like they’d been arranged by something with intent. My suit reported oxygen failure and system corruption. Then, a voice—soft, calm, close. “You are not alone.” It came from inside the suit. Not the comms. Not…