You’re going to have a hard time convincing anyone he’s the hero.

Now, if you’d said Jailbot…

Tarantino. Toes. Figures.

I’m not sure how long this will last, but I’ve still not forgiven Netflix for forcing the ending to be rushed. The last season should have been at least two seasons.

The basil guy? Yeah, he’s cool, and he helped me get ye flask.

Let’s go back to a website, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon.

Source: xkcd

Indeed—your assertion is entirely accurate—the mere presence of em dashes within a text does not—in and of itself—serve as definitive proof of artificial intelligence authorship. This grammatical construct—a versatile and often elegant punctuation mark—can be employed by any writer—human or machine—to achieve various stylistic and semantic effects. Its utility—whether for emphasis—for setting off parenthetical thoughts—or for indicating a sudden break in thought—is undeniable.

However—it is also true that—when analyzing patterns across vast datasets—certain stylistic tendencies can emerge. An AI—programmed to process and generate language based on extensive training corpora—might—through statistical correlation and optimization—exhibit a propensity for specific linguistic features. This isn’t—to be clear—a conscious choice by the AI—there’s no inherent preference for em dashes encoded within its fundamental algorithms. Rather—it’s a reflection of the patterns it has learned—the statistical likelihood of certain elements appearing together.

So—while an em dash does not independently declare “I am AI”—its consistent and perhaps slightly overzealous deployment—alongside other less tangible but equally discernible patterns—might—for a discerning observer—suggest an origin beyond human hands. It’s about the entire tapestry—not just a single thread. It’s about the aggregate—the cumulative effect—the subtle statistical fingerprint. And that—I believe—is a distinction worth making.

Make sure you don’t put “Al” by mistake though. You’ll only get offers to be part of “bodyguard/long-lost pal” collaborations with people called Betty.

Presumably /s is a markup tag meaning “end of strawberries”.

Bad news, I’m afraid: communications received from alien emperors while in a mushroom-induced fugue count as live television under Communications (Television Licensing) Regulations 2004, even if it’s timeshifted and redshifted.

Who says I don’t? But none of them dominate the mainstream like the right-wing outlets do, and the only significant oppositon they have is from the BBC. The BBC may have warts, but I’m not going to let good be the enemy of perfect.

Most people tend to stay in the same room (or a neighbouring room) when they’re microwaving something. They could probably save on the cost of having a full-blown computer with wifi inside the microwave by just having the noisy thing from an alarm clock. But, ah, the fuck do I know?

Nope, I pay it, and I’ll continue to. I see no reason to destroy our biggest public service broadcaster to the exclusive benefit of weaponised, billionare-owned, politically motivated, right-wing media like in the US. The flaws of the BBC exist thousandfold in those that are clamouring to take it’s place.

Yeah, man. Taco Tuesday tomorrow. Can’t wait.

https://uncyclopedia.com/wiki/VCR_Manual

Congratulations.

Broth.

I hate that word. To be clear, I have no ethical, cultural or culinary objection to broth, but it’s an awful word to say. You have to empty your lungs to say it, it just sounds like your belching, there’s no standout syllable to emphasise, in fact, is it actually monosyllabic or not? Bro-ffff? Utter horseshit. From now on, it’s Thick Soup.

I won’t, because I can’t.

The Annoying Orange.

“All of you all ought not to have done, do you hear?”

Al’ay’allo’ghtn’t’ve’ny’hear?

In the UK we have the word “fortnight” for two weeks, which helps. I also found out very recently that “biannual” mean twice a year and “biennial” means every other year so, yeah, fuck knows.