Category: Humor

You know you’re political capital has evaporated when the President Elect sticks it to you when least expected.

Folk need to put a trigger warning on stuff like this before it’s released into the wild.

That’s funny right there.

I’ve been getting a lot of love letters as of late:

But it ain’t got no limbs:

So I’m reading an article on Cosmic Background Radiation and the author throws up a picture that looks pretty different that the green and blue splotch image I’m used to seeing, like this:

It looked pretty different so I checked out the caption directly below the photo. Photo and caption from a screen shot I took:

Turns out, like almost every other ‘photo’ taken of objects in our galaxy or in the friggin universe, it’s not real. While most are color added manipulations of data produced by the instruments, this, if the caption holds true, is a “purple and red shape on a black backround”.

Now I can live with that color modified data thingy, but what is being pushed our way now is the phantoms of somebodies mind or, perhaps more appropriately, some AI generated graphic that ‘it’ believes is plausible enough to pass human scrutiny. What hurts most is that the author (or automation) didn’t even care enough to generate a decent caption. My stab at creating relevant media and captions (below):

Or, you can just fall into line and believe your betters when told that the image below is an actual image of a young lady advertising for a mate on Farmers Only DotCom.

It’s all good though, it’s part of that brave new world thingy you hear everyone talking about.

They probably have something similar to this on a continuous loop running in Tehran. We, as Americans, have overplayed the stupid card.

This (below) final little ‘Icon of Foolishness’ is not a joke (well, it is a joke unless you held the stock). It’s something I captured in yesterday’s news and it’s a testimony to the dangers of playing any given stock in the market in the same way you’d play roulette.

For reference: on Mercury a day lasts 1,408 hours…just like every Monday does on Earth.

The Don has been in the news as of late over his ‘bloodbaths’ remark(s). The press, in their unrelenting efforts to keep the truth in front of us, the masses, was quick to mischaracterize. Sadly this has become standard fare.

Genesius’ quick wit is on display and, apparently it’s OK to do it but not to forewarn about it.

They’re here and always good for a laugh.

I have, in the past, written a time or two about the hot sauce and salsa (among other goodies) I conjure up from veggies in the garden. I’m always on the lookout for innovative recipes that others are using/creating to see what twist(s) I can add to my stock and store. I ran across this earlier today. I thought that this was surely a joke. . . anyway it gave me a laugh.

So I did a simple search on Yahoo and two things became apparent: It’s no joke, and AI sucks at what it does.

First the no joke info. I found the guys/gals that crank this stuff out and it is indeed Professor Phardtpounders Colon Cleaner Hot Sauce – Elixir of capsaicin extremus. They have been around for years and have actually entered and took second in a hot sauce competition. They have other equally intriguing offerings:

The AI part of this post is my continuing rant on how dangerous and ridiculous (it can be both at the same time) this shit is. Here is what was pasted to the top of the search results when I went hunting for the hot sauce:

It just made shit up! It scrapped together BS pulled from other articles or encyclopedia and threw it at me. I suppose in the not too distant future that the little ‘Created by AI’ symbol/notice will grow smaller and smaller until it disappears completely. We’ll all be at the mercy of algorithms.

UPDATE: A short while after I posted the above I got a call on my cell phone. I guess I’m about like half of America, if I don’t recognize the number I don’t answer. The area code is/was 659 and I wondered where that was at.. . . a search on Yahoo produced the following results.

AI says:

Reality says: