Entirely Human Generated

This blog is entirely the creation of a human.

We here at 4 Quarters, 10 Dimes will never stoop to using AI content generators to bring you the vaguely insightful commentary, weird inside jokes (often with a total audience of one), and more or less amusing anecdotes that you have come to rely on in this space, though apparently the royal we is not out of bounds. No artificial neural network scraping data from an infinite number of previously unplagiarized websites can possibly replicate the look and feel of this blog, nor for the sake of the future of humanity would we want it to do so as that’s how you get the robot uprising.

Of course, the robots will be programmed by the same people who brought you Windows 11 and Duo, so perhaps it wasn’t that big of a concern anyway.

No, this is 100% human-generated prose, with all of the idiosyncrasies and typos that come with that. It is lovingly handcrafted by a rather sedentary historian tapping feverishly away on a keyboard desperately in need of a thorough de-crumbing as a way to avoid more pressing work, with each word carefully chosen at the peak of ripeness and flavor for your reading pleasure.

All rights reserved and most lefts as well. Close cover before striking. Operators were standing by but are now on break so press three to have your call forwarded to an unknown recipient. Three is a magic number, after all. Ask not for whom the bell tolls, for you should be bright enough to figure that out by now. You can’t have too much garlic but a little curry goes a long way. Darn, that’s the end.

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Just for shits and giggles, as me dear departed grandmother used to say, I did actually run this through five different online AI detectors. Four of them agreed with me, but the fifth declaratively announced that this was an AI generated post, which is pretty amazing for something that I literally just wrote myself.

Perhaps I am a replicant and nobody bothered to tell me? It would explain a lot, now that I think of it.

And yet I persevere, writing down the stories as I can.

All those moments would have been lost in time, like tears in the rain, had they not been recorded, after all.