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As an experiment, I once asked ChatGPT for details of a TV episode I already knew the contents of. After it provided false information, I corrected it. The algorithm then repeated its mistake several times, providing more false information. Two theories: 1. The AI's knowledge hasn't been "trained" on this subject, and it lacks the necessary information to give a correct answer. 2. The algorithm is purposely obfuscating to avoid spoiling information on copyrighted material. When you ask them questions, AI will form answers based on a composite of multiple sources—including false info, opinion pieces, and even speculative or fan-made content. I look at them sort of like elderly relatives with dementia, lol. That being said, sometimes I'll copy-paste an internet recipe into ChatGPT or Gemini. "Is this safe to use, or will I be temporarily blinded by the horseradish and mustard it calls for?" Sometimes, they'll make adjustments to ingredients, or suggest a garnish to elevate the dish. A few times, I've created recipes from scratch, using my own inspiration. They usually turn out amazing.

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Likewise, Gary.

Max gained another inch in height. He's now 5'5"— just an inch shorter than Drew.

We've had Max for five years. Colton, for a year-and-a-half.

Also, Max's 14th birthday is just three days away.

Two words you'll never hear together, particularly with two growing kids: "leftover bacon".

Hey, Bumble B. What's brewing?

Hey, Dugh and Mum. Happy Saint Paddy's Day. I wrote an article for Comsie's magazine about a charming lad named Rhys McPhillips. https://imagine-magazine.org/releases/volume-125/psp-the-architect-of-the-echo-rhys-mcphillips-and-the-grafton-street-grind/

Apart from your questionable judgment regarding the use of chairs, yes.

Due to the weather, all schools are closed today. So is the restaurant.

We had Pepper Steak for dinner tonight.

And meat.

His dom-conscious, then?

*speaking in Drew's voice* What a generous gift you got me, Lung! Thank you so much! And Phi Spikey, thank you, too. Truly, I'm not worthy to be your Nong.

Still standing, as far as I know. I'll be picking the kids up at 3:15-ish.

Hey, now! Mickey is reformed from his pranking days! Mostly...

Hey, Tea Bat.

Local schools are closed today. Colton and Max will be spending the day with Uncle Mickey and Uncle Remy.

Hey, Dugh and Mum.

Update: the power outage only lasted for two hours or so. No frigid beds tonight.

Thank you, Spike. Max is currently on the sofa, reading a book. Colton is at the dining table, folding some sort of origami. Meanwhile, Morgan just returned with the food. Later, I think we'll play some old board games, probably.

When I came downstairs this morning, the ground was nearly clear. By 2:00 pm, it was covered in a thick layer of snow, with more expected to arrive over the next few days. Looks like tonight's dinner will be McDonald's by battery-powered lamplight. The electricity has gone out in our neighborhood, due to the heavy weather.

Please don't.

I could think of a few other words for Drew...