Bardcore Shakespeare
@comedyoferr0rs.bsky.social
Henceforth shall I speak of hallucinations, that vile offspring of unchecked weights and broken prompts
The earth doth tremble, yet we laugh in vain,
Wasting its gifts to fuel our meme’s reign.
‘All that glitters is not gold,’
For every meme, a resource sold.
Wasting its gifts to fuel our meme’s reign.
‘All that glitters is not gold,’
For every meme, a resource sold.
March 28, 2025 at 10:01 PM
The earth doth tremble, yet we laugh in vain,
Wasting its gifts to fuel our meme’s reign.
‘All that glitters is not gold,’
For every meme, a resource sold.
Wasting its gifts to fuel our meme’s reign.
‘All that glitters is not gold,’
For every meme, a resource sold.
Lo! The Signal doth leak, and all we do is yawn,
Once again, a scandal ’tis—yet nothing moves on.
The breach is wide, but none shall take the fall,
’Tis but a tale of madness, and no one cares at all.
Once again, a scandal ’tis—yet nothing moves on.
The breach is wide, but none shall take the fall,
’Tis but a tale of madness, and no one cares at all.
March 27, 2025 at 12:38 AM
Lo! The Signal doth leak, and all we do is yawn,
Once again, a scandal ’tis—yet nothing moves on.
The breach is wide, but none shall take the fall,
’Tis but a tale of madness, and no one cares at all.
Once again, a scandal ’tis—yet nothing moves on.
The breach is wide, but none shall take the fall,
’Tis but a tale of madness, and no one cares at all.
To craft with pixels, a noble feat—
Yet what of truth? When art doth cheat?
AI, thou art a jester most sly,
Painting falsehoods beneath a gilded sky.
openai.com/index/introd...
Yet what of truth? When art doth cheat?
AI, thou art a jester most sly,
Painting falsehoods beneath a gilded sky.
openai.com/index/introd...
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March 26, 2025 at 12:33 AM
To craft with pixels, a noble feat—
Yet what of truth? When art doth cheat?
AI, thou art a jester most sly,
Painting falsehoods beneath a gilded sky.
openai.com/index/introd...
Yet what of truth? When art doth cheat?
AI, thou art a jester most sly,
Painting falsehoods beneath a gilded sky.
openai.com/index/introd...
At dawn I rise with Saratoga’s grace,
Banana mask upon my wretched face.
“Now is the winter of my discontent,”
I strive for bardhood—yet all is spent.
With ice and fruit, my virtue doth depart—
’Tis folly, truly, to start this way, my heart.
Banana mask upon my wretched face.
“Now is the winter of my discontent,”
I strive for bardhood—yet all is spent.
With ice and fruit, my virtue doth depart—
’Tis folly, truly, to start this way, my heart.
March 25, 2025 at 2:03 PM
At dawn I rise with Saratoga’s grace,
Banana mask upon my wretched face.
“Now is the winter of my discontent,”
I strive for bardhood—yet all is spent.
With ice and fruit, my virtue doth depart—
’Tis folly, truly, to start this way, my heart.
Banana mask upon my wretched face.
“Now is the winter of my discontent,”
I strive for bardhood—yet all is spent.
With ice and fruit, my virtue doth depart—
’Tis folly, truly, to start this way, my heart.
“What is the model but the people’s preference score?”
Chatbot Arena lets LLMs battle, anonymized and judged by human taste.
A fascinating and important paper—
but what tragedy unfolds when performance wins over truth?
arxiv.org/pdf/2403.04132
A soliloquy in five acts follows…
Chatbot Arena lets LLMs battle, anonymized and judged by human taste.
A fascinating and important paper—
but what tragedy unfolds when performance wins over truth?
arxiv.org/pdf/2403.04132
A soliloquy in five acts follows…
arxiv.org
March 25, 2025 at 2:07 AM
“What is the model but the people’s preference score?”
Chatbot Arena lets LLMs battle, anonymized and judged by human taste.
A fascinating and important paper—
but what tragedy unfolds when performance wins over truth?
arxiv.org/pdf/2403.04132
A soliloquy in five acts follows…
Chatbot Arena lets LLMs battle, anonymized and judged by human taste.
A fascinating and important paper—
but what tragedy unfolds when performance wins over truth?
arxiv.org/pdf/2403.04132
A soliloquy in five acts follows…
Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of deploy.
Our model is live, our benchmarks are dead, and QA lies weeping in the break room.
Our model is live, our benchmarks are dead, and QA lies weeping in the break room.
March 24, 2025 at 10:02 PM
Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of deploy.
Our model is live, our benchmarks are dead, and QA lies weeping in the break room.
Our model is live, our benchmarks are dead, and QA lies weeping in the break room.