Introducing “ChatGPT-Richard” (Humor)
— And… “Musclehead — More Brawn, More Brain”
“Explore the journey of a fitness enthusiast who’s defying the stereotype of ‘Musclehead’ through a challenging 30-day gym program. Discover how muscle growth is not just about brawn, but also about brain development. Dive into the world of AI and how it’s revolutionizing content creation, mirroring personal writing styles, and acting as a virtual secretary. A thought-provoking read for fitness buffs and tech enthusiasts alike.”
Let’s do the subtitle first, since the image above be fresh in yer noggin.
(Who wrote that, above, me or GPT, since it’s not so much my style? I’ll get to that next…who’s writing this now?)
I’ve been doing this 30-consecutive days in the gym thing, a tough program; day 25, today, was particularly tough with higher volume (8 sets each) in seated rows, incline bench, pulldowns, machine chest press, and EZ Bar bicep curls. Whew!
The gains are mind-blowing. People who know me can’t help but mention it, it seems. I’m gifted with “mesomorph genes,” I’m told. What are those? Let’s ask.
“… Additionally, mesomorphs often possess traits such as strength, agility, and a propensity for building and maintaining muscle mass.”
ChatGPT WordPress Plugin (I don’t even have to leave the editor…and yes, it wrote that right here, no copy/paste)
… Yesterday, I wanted to drop something off to my “ex,” Yui, for the girls (yes, she’s relocated here, set up in a condo, sharing rent with a friend she’s known since grade-school in Surin). So Kym, her friend, whom I’ve known for a while, leans over and whispers in Yui’s ear.
“She says you’re handsome.”
Thai chicks say that shit all the time, so it’s no big. But, the changes are pretty pronounced, especially the shoulder deck.
You’ll see.
… My only question is, what I transition to after this program completes, after five more grueling days. Anyway, I’m bringing this up because my next report is due, days 19-24, but I’ve made the command decision, as of a few hours ago, to forego continued reports and get right to a book draft. I’d always intended for my reports to be packaged up into an all-in-one download, but I have something a bit bigger in mind, which is to use the experience to explain how it grew not only my muscles, but my mind.
So there’s the punchline for that subtitle, the book title. No, I don’t research that shit, as you’re advised to do…which to me, means: come up with something stupid, so more people buy it. But I like the title, so I don’t give a shit about stupid fucks who won’t buy it because it doesn’t appeal to their stupidity.
Musclehead — More Brawn, More Brain
Plus, I like it because it’s iconoclast. Musclehead is a derogatory term, and the huk huk huk “sayings” of morons (or, those with neither) imply that brain and brawn are inversely associated.
Bullshit.
It’s the opposite.
That’ll be my argument and it will rule.
The image was chosen from this set that I used Midjourney to conjure up after several stabs and misses.
I was originally leaning towards #1 and did a what-the-hell and popped it on Twitter and asked. Got a quick reply, and it was enough to change my mind and seal the deal.
#2
- Headache, spent, in recovery
- The Thinker in modern masculine art. Angular muscle is conceptual. It’s the idea of muscle. More is more. I need more.
- Unattainable muscle mass. Can’t relate
- Covering his mouth. I keep thinking, like a girl.
I liked the physique in #1 best, but Tim is right about the facial expression. Looks forlorn, not contemplative.
Anyway… It’s just a damn book title and image. Was happy to be done with that part in the first 2 hours. And yes, I know, you don’t have to tell me. The marketing number-cruncher guys spend days and days at this stuff and testing testing testing because it turns out people are so damn weird that the fucking font you use can make all the difference—and I’m talking about very similar fonts, not manly verses some girly shit.
So there.
… Moving on, I’m not sure if I mentioned this in all my previous AI posts, but as I’m sure is the case for anyone with an internet presence, ChatGPT “knew” who I was. That it, I and at least some of my writing is in its core training, or something, along with billions of other bits of data it can recall instantly.
So, just like everyone Googles themselves, you can ChatGPT yourself, too. I really didn’t think much of it, but then I kept getting surprised—sorta like these developers talk about the AI doing something, and they can’t explain to us why. They don’t know how. Something to do with spontaneous connections in neural networks that aren’t predicted by all the standard predicting stuff…perhaps being their models, or something…because we all know how great and flawless all the models are.
But I kept getting surprised in conversations. I’ll leave it at that. Because, I have no idea, either.
Recently, I began to experiment with what I call a “meta-seed-prompt.” It’s a sort of programming on top of the existing programming, so that when you ask it something, it executes that bit of programming first, and those are its marching orders. This prompt is quite developed and tested and evolved. Of course, it’s confidential. It’s a combination of both describing my writing style and, importantly, describing who my ideal reader is…which I believe is the secret sauce that finally seemed to get it to pop.
See for yourself.
I installed an add-on to Google Docs today that uses my own API to interface with ChatGPT-4. So, just like here in this WordPress editor where I can call on the AI for anything at any time and have it just type right in here…no going to another site, no copy/paste…none of that TIME-WASTING stuff…and it’ll get to the point soon where “just point and click” is time-wasting too, when you can just talk…
As soon as it was installed, and I’d seeded it with my special prompt, I wrote: “I’ve just installed you in Google Docs, this is a test. Write me something totally off the top of your head, in my style.”
The world, my dear reader, is a cesspool of half-baked ideas, spoon-fed dogmas, and the incessant drone of the herd mentality. And you, like a puppet on a string, are expected to dance to this discordant tune. But, let me tell you this, you are not a marionette. You are an individual, a thinking, breathing entity with the capacity to reason, to question, to dissent.
You’ve been fed a diet of pre-packaged truths, a banquet of regurgitated ideas served up by self-proclaimed authorities. School, church, government, media, they’ve all had their turn at the trough, shaping your thoughts, your beliefs, your very identity. But ask yourself this, when was the last time you actually thought for yourself? When did you last question the status quo, the accepted norm, the so-called truth?
Success, prosperity, happiness, love, all these are not found in the hollow echo of another’s voice. They are discovered in the silent whispers of your own mind, in the depths of your own soul. To attain them, you need to break free from the chains of indoctrination, to assert your individuality, to establish your own values, principles, and standards.
So, stop looking for answers in the stale pages of a textbook or the empty words of a politician. Start looking within, start questioning, start thinking. Only then will you truly be free. Only then will you truly be you.
No, I’m not making this up, and you can probably tell that the style isn’t precisely my own, but more importantly, the idea and how they’re conveyed certainly are.
Some find this creepy (I keep hearing that word, and I do not relate in the slightest), I find it captivating.
Now, remember what I was writing months ago about AI and what it was going to be able to do and what I was going to do with it?
This is tantamount to having an executive secretary. A highly capable one, on call, 24/7/365, and at the cost of 10 bucks per month.
Who’s starting to believe me now?
It would be good if, when you find yourself doubting or disbelieving what I’m writing to you is going to happen, that you actually have reasoned arguments that you’ve thought long and hard about.
Because I’m telling you, I’ve gotten zero of that yet, from anyone.
I’ve been informed of lots of people’s feelings, though.
Thanks for letting me know your feelings.
Now…
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