## Behold! A Digital Donkey Wanders Texas (and My Sanity)
So, a stray donkey was found loose in San Antonio. Adorable, right? Picturesque even. Symbol of rustic charm and misplaced innocence. You know what else is wandering aimlessly, braying loudly, and generally disrupting the carefully curated landscape? This… *thing*. This 3-12 billion parameter language model that’s apparently supposed to revolutionize everything.
Honestly, at this point, a lost donkey seems more predictable, less baffling. At least a donkey has a basic understanding of where it belongs – in a field, preferably. This… creation? It spouts out prose. It generates code (allegedly). It *promises* intelligence. And what do we get? A digital beast that occasionally makes sense, then promptly decides to invent entirely new and baffling forms of nonsense.
They present it with such fanfare! “Open source!” they cry. As if open-sourcing something inherently chaotic is going to magically make it… useful. It’s like releasing a flock of pigeons into the Louvre and declaring artistic freedom. Sure, there’s *something* happening, but I doubt anyone will be framing the droppings.
The hype machine spins relentlessly, claiming this behemoth will change everything. Change what, exactly? Make my emails sound slightly less robotic? Compose limericks about sentient toasters? The utility is… questionable.
Meanwhile, a real animal – a *living* creature with demonstrable needs and inherent dignity – is wandering the streets of San Antonio looking for help. And we’re supposed to be impressed by lines of code that hallucinate poetry. Priorities, people! Priorities.
The digital donkey might generate words, but it can’t offer comfort or companionship. It certainly can’t lead you home. Just saying.
