Comment by CamperBob2

6 days ago

No, you'll just say "That's not really very funny," or "That's not very impressive poetry," and nobody will be able to dispute it.

For some time now, at least a year, LLMs have been capable of doing both of these things well enough to fool you.

(Pastebin of my response below, which got nuked for whatever reason: https://pastebin.com/buJBSgiq . Some if not most of them would've fooled me into thinking a human wrote them.)

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VanTheBrand  6 days ago

Okay post a really funny LLM joke about potatoes and post a great piece of LLM poetry about lemons.

I’ll wait. You should be able to do it quickly though since LLMs are so good at it.

  • debatem1  6 days ago

    Do funny jokes about potatoes or great poetry about lemons exist? If not, can they exist? How do you know?

  • CamperBob2  6 days ago

    Gemini 3.1 Pro:

        Potatoes are easily the most intimidating 
    audience for a stand-up comedian. They have 
    dozens of eyes to judge you with, they are 
    almost always baked by the time you get on stage, 
    and if your set really starts to bomb, they are 
    the only ones in the room who are actually looking 
    forward to a roasting!

    GPT 5.4:

        Potatoes are the only food we traumatize into greatness.

    Qwen 3.5 122B-A10B, running locally on my graphics card:

        (Steps up to the mic, adjusts the stand, 
    and looks around the room)

    Alright everyone, settle down. You know, 
    I've been thinking a lot lately... mostly 
    about my dating life. Or rather, my lack of it.

    See, my last relationship was with a potato.

    And honestly? It was amazing at first. We had 
    so much in common. She was grounded, she loved being 
    buried deep under the covers, and we were perfect 
    together until the heat came on. But then... well, 
    let's just say she started to get a little couchy.

    (Pauses for effect)

    No, wait, that's not it. The real problem was that she 
    had some really deep-seated issues. Literally! She was 
    covered in eyes. Every time we tried to have an intimate 
    conversation, she'd just stare at me with a dozen 
    different expressions. It was weirdly intense. Like, "I 
    see you," "You're suspicious," "Wait, are those chips?"

    Anyway, thanks guys! You've been a great crowd. You're 
    like potatoes to me... you're all baked tonight!

    GPT 5.4:

        Not every light is gentle.
    Some light shines with sharpened edge.

    A lemon keeps the memory of sun
    but teaches it into bitterness,
    as if to say:
    what wakes the mouth
    may also wake the soul.

    We do not ripen only into sweetness.
    Sometimes the truest gold
    is tart.

    Opus 4.6:

        A lemon on the table
    is already an argument—
    that yellow can be sour,
    that beauty owes you nothing.
    Peel it and the room
    takes sides.

    The rind remembers being whole.
    The flesh forgives too quickly.
    What's left is yours:
    a stain on wood,
    a sting in the hangnail
    you forgot you had.

    Qwen 3.5 122B-A10B:

        To cut it is to break a seal,
    Where bitterness and sweetness dwell.
    A sudden bite, both stinging, sweet—
    The taste of earth beneath our feet.

    No sugar softens all its sting,
    It forces soul to wake and sing.
    A small, fierce orb, yellow as dawn,
    Teaching the tongue how life is born.

    Your turn. Go round up some English-lit grad students and give them the same prompts. I can't do any better, myself, but maybe they can.