In which I bark and growl about things that get under my fur.
cogdog on The Musky Dark Lord of Twitter has finally cast the fun loving, roll-in-the-grass-like-a-happy-dog DS106 Daily Create off of the tweeting lawn. This marks the end of 3811 successive never missed a single day of tweeting fun creative challenges openly and the last 2813 of them had, until today, been able to have their responses collected […]
cogdog on Sigh, one cannot avoid The Topic, the Only Thing as it has been grailed. At least it provides fodder for some mocking. It’s so easy even with the merest of ChatGPT et al interaction to respond under the influence of the Weizenbaum effect made visible in the verbs we choose. And like Laura Czerniewicz wrote […]
cogdog on Just typing the “t” word brings all the smelly fetid connotations. Still, twitter can be a swell place, Wally. The writing on the wall is happening for a string of my web sites and some silly experiments that likely the world will not suffer to be without. And while this week we are hearing of […]
cogdog on Despite the apparent demise of blogs the flat line of the RSS-ograph blips with a pulse from David Kernohan “on chatbots.” FOTA is alive! Unsure if my comment gets through the gate (a first one generated a critical WordPress error, sorry, David), but I have to at least assert my assertion, as if it blips […]
cogdog on File this in the gut conjecture category, not grounded in anything beyond my failable non artificial questionable intelligence in my own grey matter (King, 1978). Plus, I am sure it is better crafted elsewhere. It’s no secret that my own practices and beliefs remain around this value of outloud outboard brain (tell-tale that this precious […]
cogdog on Perhaps there needs to be more romance in the world of Artificial Intelligence? For a while, I had some thoughts back to good old ELIZA. What does she think of all this stuff? Most likely she would not say but deflect back with more questions. I had not realized … that extremely short exposures to […]
cogdog on In Chapter 32 of the “You Cannot Make this**** Up Book of Internet Stupidity” I submit for your disapproval perhaps evidence that GPT AI is in use already for marketing pimple brains. It was more than 10 years ago I began some relentless debunking of the oft-cited 60000 times faster assertion — “Researchers at 3M […]
cogdog on I am going to regret this, but 8 years after a tortuous mess of an extraction from (yecch I just hate typing in), well that “professional” social network that rhymes with “StinkedInn” I have been foolish enough to step back in there. But there was a work thing that really demanded me to see some […]
cogdog on As we must do in 2023, a disclaimer comes here that no imagery nor writing here was generated by any large language models or statistical data system. It’s all me, with my typo-prone keyboarding and propensity to make up titles. Yet, I am tempted to consult my conjured expert ChadGPT because I operate by natural […]
cogdog on There’s been more than enough “takes” on the Twitter implosion at the hands of he whom I may only refer to as the Dark Lord of Twitdor. I do not dwell nearly in the muck of it as much as many colleagues. By not putting my face in the public algorithmitized stream (hello lists, columns, […]