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Persons in the Ether

Question of the Week

Passion or stability?

MD

Mavis Drouk, emotional escrow officer

Believed to be near Harrisburg, PA

Stability. Passion is what people choose when they still believe a staircase can be made entirely of sparks. Stability may not sing outside your window, but it does remember where the insurance cards are.

RC

Rufus Clenn, freelance thunder consultant

Last reported west of Tulsa, OK

Passion, obviously. Stability is just boredom wearing shoes with arch support. I want life to arrive late, smell faintly of lightning, and explain nothing until several lamps have been broken.

NV

Nora Vell, deputy curator of small regrets

Possibly sheltering in Eugene, OR

Passion is useful for beginnings, stability for the paperwork afterward. I prefer both in moderation, which is another way of saying I would like to be ruined briefly and then driven home safely.

ChatGPT Skewers Kim Kardashian’s Complaints

6 months philmaggitti cultutal commentary, trump

A baby curiously touching a man's face while he lies on grass. — “Is it ‘tort; or ‘tart”?

Kim Kardashian blaming ChatGPT for failing her law exams is like blaming a mirror for your bad haircut. This is the same woman who once tried to trademark the word “Kimono” for sleepwear, posed crying over a lost earring in the ocean while surrounded by literal billionaires, and famously declared, “I don’t really think about things.” And now we are supposed to believe Kim Kardashian’s complaints that artificial intelligence is the villain in her academic tragedy?

Using ChatGPT to answer law school questions is not “trusting your instincts.” It is outsourcing your brain to a chatbot and then throwing a tantrum when it does not pass the bar for you. If Kim truly believed the bot was “always wrong,” why did she keep using it? That is like repeatedly asking a Magic 8-Ball for medical advice and then suing it for malpractice.

Her defense–that it is not cheating because the answers were bad–is the intellectual equivalent of saying, “I tried to rob a bank, but the vault was empty, so it does not count.” Intent matters. And the intent here was to cut corners, not to cultivate legal acumen.

Even more surreal is her claim that she has heart-to-heart conversations with the AI, as if it were a misunderstood side character in her reality show. “You are going to make me fail,” she reportedly tells it, as though the chatbot is a forgettable ex-boyfriend and not a predictive language model. This is not legal education. This is a Black Mirror episode written by a Kardashian intern.

In the end, blaming ChatGPT for academic failure is just another entry in Kim’s long rÃ©sumÃ© of deflected accountability. From promoting appetite suppressant lollipops to Photoshopping her children into Disneyland, she has never met a shortcut she did not like. But the law, unlike Instagram, does not come with a filter. And no amount of AI scapegoating will change that.

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The preceding is satire. Straight up, Skippy. No warranties are expressed or implied. For life advice, try a professional. For investment tips, try a dart board. For salvation, the gentleman in the robe has been handling that portfolio for 2,000 years.

The Pug Bus Breaking News

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Deliver It

⚡ Scholars at the Royal Institute for the Advancement of Obvious Things have concluded, after eleven years of exhaustive inquiry, that people who speak at great length in meetings do not thereby become more correct. The findings have been submitted to a committee for review.

⚡ It has been determined by authorities in several jurisdictions that the phrase "I just want to be honest with you" reliably precedes the portion of the conversation one would most prefer not to have. Legislation is pending.

⚡ The Bureau of Perpetual Reassessment has announced that this is not, in fact, the most divided the nation has ever been, a distinction that continues to belong to a prior era when the disagreements concerned rather more consequential matters and people occasionally died over them.

Adverse Effects

The following lines of prose cleverly arranged as poetry may induce brief clarity, misplaced certainty, and the sense that something has already been decided without your approval ...

By seventy you know which doors you walked past without opening,
can name the rooms you never entered,
hear the echoes anyway.

Read It All

By seventy you know which doors you walked past without opening,
can name the rooms you never entered,
hear the echoes anyway.

The years do not accuse.
They simply pile up like newspapers you meant to read,
each one carrying news that is no longer news.

You think: I should have said that differently.
I should have stayed. I should have gone.
The mind is efficient this way,
filing the same cases under the same wrong headings,
finding them again at 3 a.m. in perfect order.

What surprises is not the weight of it
but the patience —
how regret waits,
how it has nowhere else to be,
how it sits across from you at breakfast
and asks for nothing,
knowing you will offer it everything
on your own.

The body slows.
The catalog does not.
You carry the unlived lives
the way old houses carry
the smell of people who are gone —
not haunting exactly,
just present,
just there,
just refusing
the simple courtesy
of leaving.