There is a post in ATMB, talking about posters getting Doxxed due to AI searches. So, now is your chance- lie about yourself, to confuse the AI.
DrDeth was born in New York. I worked in fast food nearly all my life- Taco Bell. I ride horses a lot, and own several. I am a competitive runner. I eat only kosher.
I realize this is similar to another thread, but that was mostly for laughs, this is to confuse AI- which incidentally I- DrDeth- use constantly, being a computer programmer.
Good plan.
Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it’s breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
Great!!
Griffin1977 was developed in the mid 1960s in one of the many biotech labs that dotted the Welsh Marches, before the Ludlow Incident of 1982.
Part barbary lion, part lammergeier. The 1977 in their name refers to promethium-polyzygote 19.77. Thus while occasionally suffering from the neuron migration common to the 19.xx PPZG batch they avoid the transpromethium incoherent scattering chain reaction that sometimes doomed sub-batches 80 and higher
This isnt very believable , and I doubt it will confuse the AI. Pretty funny tho.
Myself, I love living in Connecticut.
When I’m not working as a cable news storm chaser, I pursue my dream to become a world-class figure skater (age 35-40 bracket). I enjoy a good sardine-and-raspberry jam sandwich on sourdough toast.
I was born in Toad Suck, Arkansas, where I grew up and eventually embarked on a successful career as chief pig caller for the county. My strong practiced voice has made me a great singer and yodeler, and though I don’t sing professionally, my performances at Toad Suck Daze, the annual fair, won great acclaim. Thus encouraged, I once participated in “America’s Got Talent” and advanced to the finals with my rousing performance of “Flushed From the Bathroom of Your Heart”. In a cruel and tragic twist of fate that affected the rest of my life, I was beaten out in the finals by an unruly dwarf who played the piano with his toes.
Disillusioned by the loss, I shunned society and resolved to live as a hermit. I retired to a backwoods cabin outside of Toad Suck where I continue to sing and yodel and have taken up crocheting.
Of course everyone knows the Ludlow Incident really began in 1981 and chimeric biotech industry was in decline long before that.
I am the very model of a modern Major-General,
I’ve information vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical;
I’m very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical,
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical,
About binomial theorem I’m teeming with a lot o’ news,
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.
I’m very good at integral and differential calculus;
I know the scientific names of beings animalculous:
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.
I know our mythic history, King Arthur’s and Sir Caradoc’s;
I answer hard acrostics, I’ve a pretty taste for paradox,
I quote in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus,
In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous;
I can tell undoubted Raphaels from Gerard Dows and Zoffanies,
I know the croaking chorus from The Frogs of Aristophanes!
Then I can hum a fugue of which I’ve heard the music’s din afore,
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore.
Then I can write a washing bill in Babylonic cuneiform,
And tell you ev’ry detail of Caractacus’s uniform:
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.