my tuition fee loan was withdrawn halfway through my degree LOL

Because I’m bummed out, I gave GPT-4 a bunch of notes, barely a draft, along with some samples of my writing style, and prompted it to come up with the following. I’ve resisted the urge to edit, only swapping out a few bits here and there with this and a longer second version. I think it sounds more pretentious than I usually do, and more upbeat – and I’ve never been accused of being upbeat.

Just a silly little experiment really. Clicking the ‘I’m not a Robot’ captcha on the plagiarism check was hilarious. It’s 0%.

Depending on who trains them, I think machines will be able to display empathy and humour, even if we can’t prove they have souls – just like real children. Continue reading “my tuition fee loan was withdrawn halfway through my degree LOL” →

January 18, 2024 0

Our Rock is an Alcoholic and We Are Happy-Hour. Part Three

G.A.Harker. Don Quixote: Windmill — ‘Tis better to gasp one’s last breath twixt the unspoiled hill and valley than suffer the ignominy of the turbines!

Question Time. BBC One, 10.35 Thu, 17 Nov 2011

Against a more newsworthy day’s backdrop of the biggest strikes in 30 years and my own Senior Lecturer – a former journalist at the News of the World – being arrested in connection with the Leveson phonehacking enquiry (later bailed until March), I have a deadline. I should’ve written this a week ago but I’m shit and lazy and I think I might be losing it, again. Continue reading “Our Rock is an Alcoholic and We Are Happy-Hour. Part Three” →

December 1, 2011 3

Notes From a Bar-Crawl

The following notes from the pub are a waste of my time and yours. Consider yourself warned.

If you think it’s a rhetorical question it isn’t, and vice versa; if you find it offensive, it’s meant as a joke; if it makes you go all tingly down below in your sexy parts then I have pornographic movies in my apartment, and lubricants, and amyl nitrite.

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October 19, 2011 5

Still Life Show and Tell.

I should be reading the 12th chapter of the phenomenal page-turner Essential Public Affairs for Journalists, or actively seeking to contain my growing impression as an agoraphobic misanthrope, or working on the news-writing exercise, or doing some laundry, or perhaps even working out as I listen to current affairs via iPlayer; but no, I feel the need for another extraneous ramble.

So that stuff there, well, there’s a Transformer on a keyring that has the key to the windows and a bin key. The waiter’s friend has now been used to open the wine. Continue reading “Still Life Show and Tell.” →

October 12, 2011 0