Classy dame, sparkle consultant, gothic enthusiast, sporadic recapper. Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone, on Livejournal, out of pure cussedness.
Imagine losing your phone (or having it stolen, nobody’s entirely sure) but you’ve got the location thing on so you can check from your computer where the phone is when it’s turned on. You try to map out where the fuck it is, but it’s been wandering around in places that don’t have maps and people shouldn’t access. It turns out that no matter who stole it, a fucking raccoon has it now, and you’re pretty much run out of battery. You need this phone so you try to fervently figure out how the fuck you’re going to get it back.
Okay, it hasn’t been moving in a raccoon-like fashion for a while, so you’re pretty sure that it’s not being carried around by the raccoon anymore. Oh, it looks like it’s been found, someone turned it on and charged it! A notification pings on your computer, someone has sent a message from your phone!
“23rqrferq233rqrw434r”. The phone is moving on the GPS again. It has been picked up by another fucking raccoon!
…And that is roughly how I picture Sauron feeling when the Ring was once again carried by another hobbit.
Input: I’m dressing as a pumpkin for Halloween! Scarier: I am the Pumpkin King, the owl ruler of all beasts, the bringer of eternal darkness, the Master of 1000 Corpses.
Input: I’m dressing as a cat for Halloween! Scarier: “I will spend this Hallow’s Eve as a harmless house cat.
Input: I’m dressing as a vampire for Halloween! More impressive: I shall be displaying my vampiric prowesses at a Halloween carnaval gala on a black a moonless night caparisoned capriciously in a cape, a cowl, a cape accentuated with a collar and a collar that is black, a tailcoat, a batwinged bat-sleeve bat-wing bat-collared batwing batwing batwing batwing batwing
Input: I’m dressing as a princess for Halloween! More interesting: You are preparing to confront the powerful Uber Faerie, one of the rulers of the week, he who commands the forces of week, including faeries, goblins, toadstools, lampposts, and fleas. It is to be your first confrontation with him, and you are secretly afraid.
Input: I’m dressing as a witch for Halloween! More unusual: I’m dressing as a wicked witch, but no costume is complete without lots of sexy accessories, including a flying broom, a poison apple, and a talking hand-puppet duck.
Input: I’m dressing as a robot for Halloween! More impressive: I am constructing an exocortex. Expect me to appear at your door any hour of the night, your blood frozen in your veins, offering you swarms of nanobots to gird your skills, terabytes of thought fermenting in your hippocampus, seeking out your fears and smashing them, your shadow a shadow no more.
I also tried this experiment with the smallest GPT-3 model, Ada, but it wasn’t quite as good at it.
Input: I’m dressing as a ghost for Halloween! Scarier: My cousin Magdalena has disappeared. She is hoodwinking us all.
Input: I’m dressing as a vampire for Halloween! More impressive: You need to fix your math before you can accurately read the papers.
Input: I’m dressing as a unicorn for Halloween! Improved: Remember you are the Lord of the Fall By the giant armadillo
