## A Green, Gooey Mess: Or, Why I’m Suddenly an AI Expert
Let’s talk about this…this *thing*. This 3-12b model everyone’s losing their collective minds over. Apparently, it’s supposed to be the next revolutionary step in artificial intelligence, a digital messiah sent down to liberate us from tedious tasks and write sonnets on demand. You know what else was supposed to revolutionize something? That truckload of avocados that recently shut down a California highway. At least *that* had the decency to provide comedic visual relief.
Because honestly, the hype surrounding this…creation… is astounding. It’s like watching people genuinely believe mashed avocado can solve world hunger. “It understands nuance!” they cry. “It generates creative text formats!” Right. So does my toaster after I accidentally drop crumbs in it. It “understands nuance” in terms of burnt bread and desperate pleas for forgiveness.
The internet is awash with breathless articles about its potential. Potential to what? Write slightly better grocery lists? Compose haikus about paperclips? I’m not saying it’s *bad*, per se. I’m just saying, let’s dial down the existential dread and the claims of impending technological singularity. It’s a large language model! It predicts words based on patterns it’s observed. That is *not* sentience.
The sheer volume of enthusiasm feels… performative. Like everyone wants to be seen as “in the know,” riding the wave of whatever fleeting digital trend happens to be dominating headlines. Meanwhile, I’m over here picturing that highway covered in smashed avocado, and it suddenly seems more impressive, more tangible, than this ethereal collection of algorithms. At least you can *make* guacamole with avocados. What are we making with *this*?
