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fhalden

fhalden

"Like BarberDave… I make my own fun”
I'm not sure where this should go, so please move this if appropriate.

For fun, I asked ChatGPT to write a poem about wetshaving. Keep in mind that it sees my prompt, "Write a poem about wetshaving" as a mathematical formula it will use to generate an entirely mathematical result of what it computes as the statistically most likely proper response:


Wetshaving is an art and a pleasure
It requires skill, patience and care
But the reward is beyond any measure
A smooth, clean and comfortable shave

You start with a brush and a soap
You whip up a rich and creamy lather
You apply it to your face with a gentle stroke
You feel the warmth and the moisture

You pick up a razor, sharp and shiny
You glide it across your skin with precision
You follow the grain and the angle finely
You avoid any cuts or irritation

You rinse your face with cold water
You pat it dry with a soft towel
You apply some aftershave or moisturizer
You admire your reflection and smile

Wetshaving is more than just a chore
It's a ritual, a hobby and a joy
It makes you feel good and confident for sure
It's something every man should enjoy


This took it about 3 seconds. Pretty cool, if not exactly Lord Byron.


It did pretty well with, "Write a wetshaving haiku." I might get this tattooed:

Brush, soap and razor
A smooth and comfortable shave
Wetshaving is bliss

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I spent years teaching AP Computer Science. This thing can write computer code as well as any student I've had. That's what's scary to me - that this thing can write a better version of itself than humans could. I'm looking for a cabin in the woods to hide in.

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fhalden said:
I spent years teaching AP Computer Science. This thing can write computer code as well as any student I've had. That's what's scary to me - that this thing can write a better version of itself than humans could. I'm looking for a cabin in the woods to hide in.

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You keep looking for that cabin. I'm buying one of those empty missile silos in Kansas or wherever.
 
Here’s what the AI has to say about the shaving cadre…

In the realm of shaving, they convene,
The cadre of a classic grooming scene.
With straight razors wielded, sharp and keen,
They embark on a ritual, serene.

A symphony of water and soap,
Whiskers softened, ready for the scope
Of a brush, swirled in lather, filled with hope,
To master the art of the perfect stroke.

Between passes, they share stories and laughs,
Cigars fill the air, smoky epitaphs,
Their watches gleaming, marking time's behalfs,
As they savor each moment, free from any gaffes.

A sip of fine liquor, to celebrate,
The camaraderie, their cherished state,
For they've found solace in this cherished fate,
A brotherhood bonded by a shaving plate.

Through the ritual, they find grace and ease,
An oasis of tranquility, their release,
Wet shaving, cigars, watches, and booze,
A harmonious symphony, one cannot refuse.
 
CBLindsay said:
Here’s what the AI has to say about the shaving cadre…

In the realm of shaving, they convene,
The cadre of a classic grooming scene.
With straight razors wielded, sharp and keen,
They embark on a ritual, serene.

A symphony of water and soap,
Whiskers softened, ready for the scope
Of a brush, swirled in lather, filled with hope,
To master the art of the perfect stroke.

Between passes, they share stories and laughs,
Cigars fill the air, smoky epitaphs,
Their watches gleaming, marking time's behalfs,
As they savor each moment, free from any gaffes.

A sip of fine liquor, to celebrate,
The camaraderie, their cherished state,
For they've found solace in this cherished fate,
A brotherhood bonded by a shaving plate.

Through the ritual, they find grace and ease,
An oasis of tranquility, their release,
Wet shaving, cigars, watches, and booze,
A harmonious symphony, one cannot refuse.
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Damn this is pretty spot on... no mention of short people though or squatches! We need to up our references.
 
CVargo said:
Damn this is pretty spot on... no mention of short people though or squatches! We need to up our references.
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It’s a matter of asking it to include certain words or topics. Everything is possible…until the computers take over
 
The internet is a weird place:

In a realm where friendships bloom,
There dwelled two men in a whimsical zoom.
BarberDave, shorter than a gnome, stood his ground,
While Nursedave, a collector of watches, could astound.

BarberDave, a master of smokeist scotches fine,
Sipped the amber elixir, a taste divine.
A bromance like no other, he sought to build,
With Nursedave, his comrade, both quirky and skilled.

Nursedave, he drove an electric lawn mower,
To work, he'd venture, his spirit a glower.
A friendship bloomed amidst the hum and churn,
Their bond grew stronger, no detail left to discern.

Together they embraced the weird and bizarre,
Their connection a shining, peculiar star.
BarberDave admired Nursedave's timepiece array,
Each tick and tock brought delight in their play.

Amidst their laughter and shared oddities,
They found solace in each other's peculiarities.
BarberDave's heart, in secret, it did flutter,
For his bromantic mate, a love he couldn't utter.

One moonlit night, in their favorite haunt,
BarberDave poured his heart, words eager to taunt.
"Nursedave, my friend, you're dearer than a brother,
My heart holds a love like no other."

Nursedave's eyes widened, his heart stirred,
A bromance tested, yet love undeterred.
A smile graced his face, a warmth unfurled,
"BarberDave, my buddy, you complete my world."

Their bromance deepened, a bond so true,
Through scotches smoky and watches askew.
BarberDave and Nursedave, together they'd roam,
Beneath the moonlight, building a bromantic home.

No weird wine could match the taste of their kinship,
Through quirks and quirks, their souls would grip.
In this tale of bromance, their spirits soared,
Two men, forever bonded, their hearts adored.

So let their bromance be an ode to friendship's art,
A testament to love that sets souls apart.
For in the embrace of a bromantic connection,
Lies a bond that defies norms, a true reflection.
 
Dave's cunning demand
Watches whispering in my ear
Time lost, wrist adorned.
 
Yup that's enough internet for me today:

In a realm where friendships thrive,
A trio emerged, their spirits alive.
BarberDave and Nursedave, a bromance in flight,
With the Squatch, a protagonist of strength and might.

Standing tall like a towering oak,
The Squatch preferred bourbon, a legendary stroke.
The best elixir in the land he savored,
His courage and power, it truly flavored.

Together they embarked on an epic quest,
Where victory awaited, putting them to the test.
Challenges loomed, daunting and grand,
But the bond they shared, unbreakable, it would stand.

Through enchanted forests and treacherous caves,
The Squatch led with bravery that no one could waive.
His heart ablaze with determination and pride,
He battled through darkness, standing side by side.

The Squatch's bourbon, a source of strength,
Its fiery essence fueled him, the journey's length.
With every sip, he grew bolder and bold,
His resolve unyielding, an epic story to unfold.

Adversaries rose, formidable and fierce,
But the trio, undeterred, their spirits pierced.
BarberDave's nimble wit, Nursedave's clever finesse,
Combined with the Squatch's might, they would progress.

Through trials and tribulations, they pushed ahead,
With unwavering friendship, no challenge they'd dread.
The Squatch, in his glory, unleashed his power,
Conquering obstacles, victory in every hour.

Their foes trembled, witnessing the trio's might,
Their bond unbreakable, shining through the night.
The Squatch's bourbon, a symbol of triumph and might,
An elixir that fueled their victorious flight.

In the end, triumph they claimed,
Their friendship, a flame that forever remained.
The Squatch, BarberDave, and Nursedave, a legendary band,
Conquering all odds, triumphant they would stand.

So let their tale be known far and wide,
Of a bromance, a protagonist, and a triumphant stride.
Through bourbon's embrace, they emerged victorious,
A testament to friendship, unwavering and glorious.
 
It started as this... Perhaps lord internet knows something we don't:

In a land where tales are spun,
Lived a man named BarberDave, son of the sun.
Shorter than a garden gnome, yet full of might,
He defied the odds, casting shadows in the night.

With every sip of smokeist scotch, he'd sway,
His spirits soared, troubles melting away.
A man of stature so small, but heart so grand,
BarberDave stood tall in a world so unplanned.

Across the way, there dwelled Nursedave,
Collecting weird watches, his passions engrave.
Driving an electric lawn mower to his daily grind,
A quirky soul, with a brilliant mind.

Weird wine flowed through Nursedave's veins,
Each sip revealed stories that no one could explain.
He danced to a different tune, defying the norms,
Embracing the peculiar, weathering life's storms.

BarberDave's heart, it quietly yearned,
For Nursedave's love, secretly burned.
But fear, it gnawed at his very core,
For how could he confess when he was so much more?

One night, beneath the moon's gentle gaze,
BarberDave summoned courage through a hazy haze.
He bared his soul, with words so true,
"I'm shorter than a gnome, but I'm in love with you."

Nursedave's eyes widened, a gasp in surprise,
Weird watches ticking as the moonlit skies.
A smile emerged, filled with grace,
"I've longed for your love in this peculiar space."

Two souls entwined, defying expectations,
Their love a testament to unique inclinations.
BarberDave and Nursedave, a wondrous pair,
Sharing their oddities, a love beyond compare.

From smokeist scotches to weird wine's delight,
Electric lawn mowers and watches strange at sight,
BarberDave and Nursedave, united in their oddity,
Embracing life's quirk with boundless affinity.

So let their love be a reminder, far and wide,
That true love blossoms, even on the eccentric side.
For it's in embracing differences, strange and rare,
That we find the magic that makes life so fair.
 
How about Next..............That was so spot on they shut the show down after one season.......If you haven't watched it, binge watch it and you will be looking for that car from the 80's and seeing if the Uni bomber's cabin is still available. Then you'll throw your little Alexa in the trash can.

www.imdb.com

Next (TV Series 2020) - IMDb

Next: Created by Manny Coto. With John Slattery, Fernanda Andrade, Michael Mosley, Gerardo Celasco. A former tech CEO joins an FBI Cybersecurity Agent to stop the emergence of a rogue Artificial Intelligence.
www.imdb.com www.imdb.com
 
After seven decades of hurling through space on this spinning mud ball I am convinced most intelligence is artificial.
 
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