The Good Doctor Is Asking For Help

 Artificial Intelligence (AI) is all the rage. It is going to be wonderful. It is going to fix everything. It has no downside.

Fella is here to say Fella is worried and he does not believe all the hype above. He is worried that one day we may be told that much of AI is AF (All Foolishness).

I gave AI an assignment. I asked it to write a short story about a red-headed boy with freckles who won the Kentucky Derby at the age of 15. 

What I got back was impressive. AI came through and did a remarkable job of giving me exactly what I had asked for in less than 30 seconds, complete with a very nice use of words (you know how I love words) but Fella is still worried.

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First read the AI Slick Story (bolded text below) and then read the Fella Worry Part below that...

In the rolling hills of Kentucky, a young boy named Finn McCarthy dreamed of one day becoming a jockey. With his fiery red hair and a face full of freckles, Finn was a spirited youth, known for his unwavering determination and deep love for horses.

Finn’s family owned a modest farm adjacent to a renowned horse trainer’s estate. From a young age, Finn would sneak over to watch the majestic thoroughbreds train, mimicking the jockeys’ stances and movements. Recognizing the boy’s passion and potential, the trainer, Mr. Thompson, offered Finn a position as a stable hand when he turned twelve.

Under Mr. Thompson’s mentorship, Finn quickly progressed from mucking stalls to exercising the horses. His natural affinity with the animals was evident; they responded to his gentle touch and calming voice. By fourteen, Finn was riding in local races, often leaving seasoned jockeys in his dust.

Word of the red-headed prodigy spread, and soon, Finn found himself with an opportunity to ride in the Kentucky Derby—a dream he had scarcely allowed himself to entertain. At fifteen, he was set to become one of the youngest jockeys to compete in the prestigious race.

Race day arrived, and Churchill Downs buzzed with anticipation. The crowd’s murmurs grew as they spotted the young jockey with flaming hair atop a sleek, ebony stallion named Midnight Star. Despite his age, Finn exuded a calm confidence, a testament to his countless hours of preparation and innate connection with his horse.

As the gates clanged open, Midnight Star surged forward, guided by Finn’s steady hands. Horse and rider moved as one, navigating the pack with precision. The final stretch saw a neck-and-neck battle between Midnight Star and a favored contender. Drawing upon their deep bond and shared determination, Finn and Midnight Star inched ahead, crossing the finish line first.

The stands erupted in cheers, celebrating the underdog victory. Finn McCarthy, the freckle-faced boy with a heart full of dreams, had won the Kentucky Derby at just fifteen, etching his name into the annals of racing history.

His story became an inspiration, a testament to passion, hard work, and the unbreakable bond between a boy and his horse.

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Here’s the Worry Me Part

Let’s do a Multiple-Choice Quiz...

1.   You think this Blog Posting is a total waste of your time.

2.   You are not worried in the least about what I am worried about.

3.   You are going to report me and my blog to the authorities (What authorities? You are not sure, but you are so enraged that you are going to Google “Authority Over Fella’s Foolishness” and, when you find out who they are, you are going to turn me in).

4.   I have touched a nerve and now you are worried that one day you are going to be laying on an operating table about to be operated on by Dr. Albert Know Nothing Schultz and, at this crucial moment, you are panicking that Dr. Schultz got his degrees because he AI’ed his way through Medical School using AI to answer every question put to him and write every Research Paper for him. You really started to worry when you heard Dr. Schultz whisper to the Janitor, “I’m confused. Can you give me a hint. Is the brain right next to the liver?”

Would I kid u?

Smartfella

I Often Write Blog Postings About Things That Confuse Me

It seems like every time we turn around our 9% Approval Rated Congress is all wrapped up in the possibility of Shutting Down the Government or Not Shutting down the Government. As I peck this Blog Posting out, they are at it again.

Sometimes they Shut It Down and sometimes they Do Not Shut It Down. Whatever they do, it seems to make no never mind about anything. The sun still comes up the next morning. We just keep on keeping on. The only thing “accomplished” every time we go through one of these episodes is I get confused about something that I hear the TV Talking Heads talk their heads about every time this happens...

We are always told that Essential Bureaucrats keep working but Non-Essential Bureaucrats do not keep working. There are times when I talk out loud to myself and this is one of those times. I will say to myself something along these lines, “Self, if the jobs are Not-Essential, why do they have these jobs at all?” 

Is a Non-Essential Job a Job that is not Important or is it a Job that is not needed? If it is not important and/or not needed, why don’t we save the money and not give them the job in the first place?

After all the smoke has cleared, they all get paid. I don’t mean they start getting their salary again. What I mean is they get all their pay including the pay they did not get when the Government Was Shut Down. I’ll say it another way, They Just Enjoyed a Paid Vacation.

And the whole time they were enjoying their paid vacations we were sitting in front of our TVs worried about their survival.

Would I kid u?

Smartfella 

Lagniappe: If it were not for these Shutdown the Government Interruptions, they could spend all of their time pursuing pursuits they are really good at...Happy Hours and Going on Recesses. 

 

Sex...Or is it?

 

What is that? Oh, I remember that. It once was quite Common. It was called Common Sense. Awhile back they (whoever “they” are) started attacking everything and Common Sense was the first thing to go. The saddest part is those of us with Common Sense just sat back and said nothing. I guess you might say we were dumbfounded by the dumbness of it all.

Now the new Health and Human Services (HHS) has come out and boldly stated What We Always Knew About Sex (Formerly part of Father’s the Birds and the Bees Sit Down) ...

Male and Female Are the Only Two Sexes and That the Sexes Cannot Be Changed

During the Attack Everything Era the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), one of HHS’s Agencies, redefined Sex as...

An individual’s Biological Status as Male, Female, or Something Else

This caused Merriam, Webster, Oxford, Cambridge, Abbott and Costello to say to their collective selves, “This is not acceptable! Definitions are all about the act or process of stating a precise meaning or significance.”

Fella is outraged also. He will now peck out a Fellaifications (he says he will use Silliness to explain the Silliness) ...

Emergency Central Intelligence Agency Text Message: Someone working for the CIA sends an emergency Text Message to the CIA Headquarters in Langley, VA that goes like this, “As directed, I am going to Spies R Us National Convention this morning. My top-secret pouch of spy instructions says that all attendees must wear a certain item of clothing and whoever enters the convention hall without that item of clothing will be shot dead as soon as he enters. My top-secret spy instructions do not tell me what item of clothing I must wear. Please advise ASAP!”

CIA Headquarters’ Response: “We understand your sense of urgency and we apologize for sending incomplete top-secret spy instructions. You should wear a hat like Brear Bryant used to wear when he coached Alabama’s football team or Something Else.”

Would I kid u?

Smartfella

Lagniappe: Did fella say something about Abbott & Costello?