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MacBook Air Yosemite, this morning, writing, all artistic on my Apple. I think to go to Chat GPT, I have some questions, and I discover that like tinyMCE it won't load. I get "Site security" issues, apparently Chat GPT is feeling insecure. And upon ignoring those, proceeding with caution, at my own risk, am confronted with a blank screen.
This, of course, is BS, and I'm getting rapidly annoyed with what is proving to be the fastest brick in the world.
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And more statistical analysis, feeding my numbers this time into Vertex, Gemini - Google's own AI.
And, again, it's not doing the heavy lifting, rather instead giving me long-winded explanations as to how I can calculate these things for myself. Totally not the point. Asking the computer to do it for me is why I'm asking the computer to do it for me.
Although I was impressed, it guessed that I was feeding it lottery numbers.
I'm beginning to smell a cover-up by big-lotto.
While I doubt the "intelligence" in AI is going to be upon us as soon as they say, I'm rather dismally impressed at their ability to chat with natural language, make excuses as to how tough what I'm asking is, deny, stonewall circumnavigate and ignore my questions. We've developed computing programs and AI models that spend all their computing power arguing that I should be doing all the work. Our AI overlords are proving disheartening like our own leaders.
"In our own image", unfortunately does not imply intelligence.
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Sunday, out and about. The car, still parked where I left it, no new tickets, the daughter rejoiced in my trauma and made me track it down and verify it was still there.
And so off and about, near destinations as I can't afford the gas.
A river. Gold. No pans, no shovel, but I know it's there and I'm gonna go back.
A couple of higher altitude destinations, finds, some lamproite (I think) - crystals, up to a cm long. I don't know what they are. I have to ask some questions.
And, breaking rocks, breaking rocks, and another crystal, too small to tell by looking, and my USB microscope fails, there's no "in-between" magnification, you're either too close or too far away and so...
I have to get this checked. My imagination runs rampant.
You know. Why not?
Home, find on my sweater a tick.
And then another on my neck the next day.
Bloody hell. I'm going to have to slather the Off, Deet, switch to white linens, but I've discovered a couple of new localities, of necessity close by, and - by Jove, my fortune will soon be made...
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And tonight, just after I write this, crawling upon my wall:
FML. Bloody hell, must have latched on to my moccasins. I hate these buggers.
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