#ChatGPT email replies

[manmishra]

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[ladyluscinia]

Really annoying to watch in real time as hyped up tech investors artificially stretch the ai bubble by just... Redefining "ai" to include any new useful software so they can go "look at the potential of ai!" and act like Enhanced Autocorrect chatgpt still has potential to revolutionize workplaces.

Like. An article about using "ai" in farming talks about image analysis to catch disease or count leaves to measure plant health - which is actually an ai thing, but related to analysis not generating text/images. But then it also talks about "Smart Apply" spray systems that have sensors to more effectively target leaves and not waste spray in open air and that's like. That is detecting light and running an algorithm to spray where there is less light (so it turns off when you drive past a gap). I'm sure they've been refining the algorithm but we've had "turn this off when it detects too much light" for a long fucking time. If they have added any "ai" to that (to better differentiate foliage density?) it's significantly less "smart" and even further from resembling chatgpt.

And then they talk about "ai" irrigation systems which are just automatic water pumps with software that gathers data. It has auto shutoff if water flow passes X. It sends a ping about a suspected leak if Y doesn't equal Z. That's literally just automation software. That's "your microwave does X amount of energy for Y minutes unless the door opens and triggers auto shutoff". The only thing *maybe* "ai" is that the valve "learns" typical water use, and that could also just be a guy pulling up the usage data because the only system in which your valve is making decisions is if you have a separate ai system like the first one doing leaf health analysis that then automatically sets the irrigation level for the day because the plants seemed dry. Which is a totally different feature only vaguely alluded to and not part of the automatic irrigation system. Which you can definitely get sans ai because the features you have described as revolutionary are just normal enhancements of normal control software.

And none of this is remotely the same thing as the random plug about using chatgpt to develop, label, and price a wine bottle. Which why the hell would you use Enhanced Predictive Keyboard Text chatgpt to do that?

I mean, I know "artificial intelligence" is a buzzword and not a distinct thing, but running an algorithm to operate a system used to just be called adding a computer, and we were aware that computerizing one process for efficiency did not stop a completely different computerized process from being an ineffective waste of money that people probably shouldn't have invested in.

[ryankopf]

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[olivergisttv]

How to Use AI to Automate Your Daily Email Replies

Introduction Let’s face it—email is like that one friend who just won’t stop talking. You leave your inbox for two hours, and boom! 50 unread messages. But what if I told you there’s a smarter way to handle this chaos? Enter AI—your new virtual assistant that doesn’t sleep, doesn’t complain, and definitely doesn’t get overwhelmed. If you’re buried under a mountain of daily emails, this article…

[chatabrilhante]

I wasn’t going to say anything, but some of the youngest are getting on my nerves recently, as I was reading some notes.

It has come to my attention (reading comments from the AO3 community) that some people think the use of “—” (the dash) is a "sign" of stories created by ChatGPT.

First of all, that is fucking stupid, it is a punctuation I see in almost every english book I have, like? Writers from different languagues use the dash almost as much as us, Brazilians like to use “()” [parenthesis] and commas. Secondly, I, like many who read books in other languagues besides north american English, don't need to use that crap to tell us how to use punctuation — although, recently, I've read some other romance books I found in English, and many of them used this punctuation because it's nicely dramatic and useful for avoiding repeating commas and putting multiple things in parentheses.

My master's advisor has been forcing me to use it a lot more for articles, and she made a very good point. According to her, proficient writers use a lot of dashes because it changes the meaning, it's like moving the words to have the height you want (“ stop using so many commas, use the dash and cut some points”, is what she's always saying, she tells that to my face too, the nerve… But, she is older, smarter and has been in the field longer than I exist, so I just listen to her). 

Anyway, I write now mostly to practice my English, which explains the typos and even grammar mistakes you might find. I write in the early hours, post it, and only reread it once, lol, I'm lazy af. So, the plot errors, the dialogues, and the long descriptions of settings that look like a novel by Eça de Queirós are all mine. I'm heavily influenced by the Brazilian authors I read; anyone who knows them should notice. Unfortunately, this makes translating some of the allusions I make difficult, but again, that's all on me. Besides, there are so many more synonyms in Portuguese than in English. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to write translating from your head and realizing you've repeated the same word multiple times because there are so few in the language you're writing in? I can understand why Shakespeare invented so many more.

There's also the pure and simple personal taste of the author. There are certain authors you can identify by how they like to write. Some focus on dialogues, others love describing settings in detail, and some prefer one type of punctuation over another. Furthermore, most people who starts writing fanfiction are young, in or just out of high school, and are still creating their own writing style, which will certainly change as they write more.

Most of all, I don't believe in asking AI to write a story for me to post. If I don't even spend 5 minutes writing it, why should you spend time reading it? 

I don't believe in art created by IA; I don't get into trends of transforming photos; I abhor those who go to “IA chat therapy”, and those who ask their bots to write their emails and reply to their friends' messages. 

In short, that's why I say I don't care who points out English errors, because I genuinely don't give a damn about mistakes. My errors are proof that I took the time out of my life to type, because I enjoy writing something that isn't scientific theses. I've been a fanfic writer since 2009, when I started on Nyah (a Brazilian website), and I persisted on AO3, where I learned to write in English just to keep creating oneshots.

I took my time to learn how to create, and that is the proof that I exist beyond my boring desk work.

But many of the youngs don't know much about construction in text, and it shows.

Death is certain, my dears, so enjoy your human brief life all the way you can. Make mistakes, write bad fiction, and try to speak from your honest loss of words to the people you care about. 

[liminalmemories21]

Fuck It Friday

tagged by @rcmclachlan - thank you!

A day late, but showing up nonetheless.

Remember when we used to write? Before work got insane for both @cecilyv and me? The halcyon days of December.

Anyway, a piece from before I stopped getting home at the end of the day absolutely brain dead and fried. From what has a google doc title of Academic AU. Side note, we've tried to write an academic AU in at least two previous fandoms, and I'm believing in third time lucky.

Tommy stares at the tweet, skeet, whatever.  The post.  Irritated with his hesitation.  The syllabus has not gotten empirically worse since the last time he taught this class last year.  He’s the one a year older, a year more calcified.  Feeling like he’s tilting at windmills. Or like he’s Charlie Brown chasing after the football of tenure.  The university always holding it just out of reach. Sighs and hits post.  Goes back to his inbox.  Deletes the perennial email about the photocopier.  Deletes the email about the meeting room reservation policy reminder.  Eyes the email about the university’s new policy on ChatGPT, and makes a bet with himself about whether they’ll have made some kind of sane decision. Sees a reply to his post come through with something like shock.  In the seven years he’s been teaching this class nobody has ever responded to his tweet - skeet, post, whatever - about the syllabus.  He’s not convinced anyone’s ever actually read his syllabus before they show up in class the first week of the semester. ____________________ @ebuckley.bsky.social Are you running nap time up there in Reno?  #inquiringmindswanttoknow He stares at it and has no idea how to respond.  Hadn’t honestly expected to hear from Evan Buckley ever again, except maybe in passing from Hen or Chim.  Except he doesn’t talk to them that much any more, and Evan had never come up before, no reason he’d come up now. Types and deletes and retypes a response - trying to match Evan’s tone, even though he’s always been terrible at reading tone when he can’t see the person saying the thing. Thomas Kinnard, Prof. American Military History, UNV @tkinnard.bsky.social Are you implying I’m boring? Stares at the screen and waits for a response.  Gets one immediately, like Evan had also been waiting for a response.  Isn’t sure what to make of that.  If he should make anything of it.  Maybe Evan’s just bored. ____________________ @ebuckley.bsky.social  I would never call you boring. Your syllabus, on the other hand…

I'm late, so open tag to anyone who wants to play.

[grfn-btbtas]

Personally I'm torn on AI

SEO and AI slop clogging up the internet is pretty gay, makes surfing da web feel pointless - nothing out there but a post-apocalyptic ESLLM wasteland

On the other hand, ChatGPT is pretty helpful for replying to emails, writing cover letters, summarizing documents, writing lil python or VBA scripts or other small batches of code

These two things together are recreating the clannishness and tight, single purpose focus dreariness that permeated real life before the internet. Kind of sad, but I was critical of social media and parasocial stuff a few years ago, so I'm sure some of those arguments would apply here as to why that's a good thing, or at least for the best...

I also like that now I can make unlimited pics of gangsta Spongebob. So overall I'm pretty positive about AI i fink

[victorianitt]

"I feel safe in your arms"

Jim Moriarty/Sebastian Moran, fluff, comfort fic, au

*** Disclaimer - fanfiction translated to English by ChatGPT ***

Sebastian Moran had long since grown accustomed to James Moriarty's strange behavior. The sniper sometimes wondered if Jim suffered from some form of schizophrenia or split personality. His boss could be a criminal mastermind, a consulting criminal in one moment, and the next, he behaved like a child, desperately seeking a moment of closeness.

It was the same now—Jim nestled into his broad chest, wrapping his thin arms around him.

Sebastian set his laptop aside and hugged Moriarty back.

“Jim...?” he asked cautiously.

The smaller man mumbled something incoherent in response.

“Hey, Jim, what’s going on? Is it about that thing with Holmes? I told you he’s not interested in you.”

Moriarty sat up and looked at Moran.

“But he solved my puzzles. Why wasn’t he interested in playing my game?”

Sebastian sighed softly. Jim was still hung up on his encounter with Holmes. Sherlock had made it abundantly clear that he didn’t care about the game Moriarty had crafted but rather about saving the people Jim had used as pawns. Their meeting at the pool hadn’t gone as Moriarty had planned. The consulting detective had deduced Jim’s boredom and obsession with him with disdain. He promised that if Moriarty ever tried to pull him into another game, all Sherlock would do was focus on rescuing hostages, leaving the puzzles unsolved. Sebastian’s boss hadn’t taken it well. He sulked, ignored emails, refused new jobs, and if not for Moran, he probably wouldn’t have eaten at all.

Sebastian was grateful Jim had invited him to his apartment before his obsession with Holmes took over. In his current state, Jim might not have thought of him otherwise.

“Jim, you couldn’t have known. People aren’t always who we want them to be. Sometimes, we have to adapt.”

Moriarty sighed softly.

They lay in silence for a moment, crammed together on the small couch. Jim started tracing his finger along Sebastian’s jaw, watching his reactions.

“Will you tell me a story?” he asked, not breaking his gaze.

“What kind of story?” Sebastian replied, a bit surprised.

“I don’t know... something to cheer me up?”

Sebastian pondered for a moment. Then he remembered how, as a child, his mother used to tell him stories from her own childhood. Maybe that would work?

“When I was a kid…” he began hesitantly, “I once found a dog. It was small and skinny, tied to a tree in the woods, left to die. If it weren’t for me, it probably would have. Luckily, during one of our mushroom-picking trips, my father and I heard barking. The dog was calling for help with its last strength. We untied it and brought it home. At first, my mother was against it, you know?” Sebastian smiled nostalgically, stroking Jim’s hair. “But later, she grew attached to it. The dog became her only companion when my father and I went on mountain trips. Dad loved those trips…”

Sebastian felt Jim stiffen beside him.

“Hey, Sebby…” Moriarty said softly. “You had a wonderful family, didn’t you?”

Sebastian chuckled quietly.

“Yeah, they were wonderful. My mom was a nurse, and my dad, like my granddad, was a soldier. He’s the reason I chose this career path.”

“They were? What happened to them?”

“They died in a car accident. It was entirely random, years after the war. Despite what I suspected for a long time, it wasn’t planned.”

Silence fell again, broken only by the sound of their breathing.

“What was the dog’s name?” Jim asked quietly.

Sebastian laughed, this time louder.

“His name was Queen.”

“Queen? Was it a female?”

“No, though we thought so at first. I named him after the band.”

Jim’s eyes lit up.

“I Want to Break Free?” he hummed inquisitively.

“I Want to Break Free,” Sebastian confirmed. “Didn’t think you were a fan. It’s a love song, after all, and you don’t strike me as the romantic type.”

“Excuse me! My bookshelf is graced with every Jane Austen novel!” Jim feigned indignation.

“Only because you stole them from Sherlock’s apartment,” the sniper shot back.

Jim giggled and snuggled into Moran’s chest.

“I like lying here with you, you know?”

“I... I like it too,” Sebastian replied, slightly embarrassed. “Back to the song—why do you like it?”

“The idea of a love you can’t escape…” Moriarty said quietly. “Even so, I’d like to fall in love like that someday.”

“Wouldn’t you be afraid the person you love might use you?”

Jim flashed a predatory smile.

“Me?”

Sebastian laughed and looked at his boss, grinning.

“Alright, fair point. But I didn’t expect you to be such a romantic.”

“Maybe deep down, I am. Jane Austen, remember?”

“I’d have to see you actually reading her to believe it.”

“Maybe you will... someday,” Jim said, giving Sebastian a tender smile.

They lay together, pressed close on the small couch, smiling warmly at each other. But eventually, their moment of peace had to end. Moriarty sat up and stretched with a sigh.

“Hey, Sebby... will you make me some sandwiches? Please?”

“Got your appetite back all of a sudden?”

“Maaaybe…” Jim teased, enjoying a bit of banter with his sniper.

Sebastian rolled his eyes but got up and headed to the kitchen to make sandwiches.

As he spread butter, the sound of I Want to Break Free filled the apartment. Sebastian smiled widely. He picked up the plate of sandwiches and returned to the living room.

The sight made him burst out laughing—Jim was dancing, raising his arms with every repetition of the chorus. He spun around, facing Sebastian with a mischievous grin, then pirouetted straight into him. Sebastian barely managed to save the sandwiches.

“Hey, Jim! You almost knocked over the sandwiches!” he scolded, though he wasn’t really angry. In fact, he was glad to see his boss smiling again.

Jim grinned, his face close to Sebastian’s chest.

“Sebby...?”

“Yeah, Jim?”

“With you, I wouldn’t be afraid. I wouldn’t fear being used.”

Sebastian froze for a moment, then wrapped his arms around Jim.

“I wouldn’t be afraid either, Jim. I wouldn’t,” he murmured, his face buried in Moriarty’s hair.

Jim tilted his head up, prompting Sebastian to meet his gaze.

“Hey, Seb? Sometimes I feel like kissing you. And you know what?” He paused. “I’ve just decided… I’m going to do it.”

And he did.

Their lips met, and Sebastian closed his eyes, his hands tightening on Jim’s back.

They kissed for what felt like forever, until they were both out of breath. Moriarty stood on tiptoes, clutching Sebastian’s shoulders, pressing as much of himself against him as possible.

When they finally pulled apart, they were both flushed and breathing heavily.

“I feel safe with you, Seb. Safe in your arms. Safe when you hold me, when you’re here.”

Sebastian smiled at the smaller man.

“I know, Jim. And I’m glad you feel safe with me. I feel happy protecting you. It’s my job, after all.” They both chuckled softly.

They stood there, in the middle of the living room, with I Want to Break Free playing in the background, holding each other tightly. Time seemed to stand still.

Eventually, though, Sebastian let Jim go, fed him the sandwiches, and felt a happiness he hadn’t known before. Later that evening, when he came out of the shower and found Jim on the couch with Pride and Prejudice in hand, he wasn’t even surprised. He simply smiled and walked over.

“So it really is Jane Austen. One more step, and I might believe in your inner romantic.”

“You haven’t already?” Jim quipped. “I’ve been trying so hard…”

“Maybe a little. Throw a ball, and we’ll talk.”

Moriarty’s eyes sparkled mischievously, and Sebastian knew he’d regret those words. Jim Moriarty hosting a ball? It couldn’t happen.

Right?!

[church-of-lilith]

i’m gonna laugh if they’re using chatgpt to reply to Jacob’s emails. But I think that Janine coming back to help with Alex is gonna be the final step she needs to realize she belongs back at Abbott.

[cadburycreampie]

How do people who genuinely use ChatGPT for school or work not want to slit their wrists every morning? You have so little to contribute in this world that you depend on extremely flawed AI to do everything for you, y’all are like slightly more sentient pet rocks. You can’t even write a paper or reply to an email using your own shriveled little acorn brain; or for the real numpties, you need AI to write your grocery list and/or meal prep plan for you?? Useless

[ilikeyoshi]

ppl using my reblog of the "i am not a catholic priest i cannot absolve you of your chatgpt sins, write your own email" post to confess their (one) chatgpt usage in the replies like 😭😭😭😭 can you people not read!!!!!!!!!!

[keaalu]

So I know I like writing stupid fiction about machine-based lifeforms, but it's pretty fucking depressing when you get two messages in six hours after uploading something you poured your love into, and both are bots. (Compared to usually getting literally nothing**. Most of my page counts are single figures.)

You are NOT the machines I want to be interacting with thank you.

(One is a PM and one is a review, from two different "people" who somehow write in the exact identical way; ChatGPT-based slop about how much they loved my writing, trying to con me into commissioning someone to "bring your vision to life as a fully illustrated comic" (which if it even exists will no doubt be plagiarism-machine-generated as well). Edit: I checked out "her" samples and as I thought, it's all generative slop with filters on it to make it look like it was "sketched" first.)

I know people don't review things a lot these days* - it's just an endless stream of "content" for most people - but I think I'd rather get NO comments than this sort of spam. (Particularly when it's such a small fandom, barely anyone even remembers it anyway, and I'm not even expecting anyone to READ it. Even the BIG fandom I've been writing in, I think I've had about… 10 comments? From 3 people? In the last 3 years? Although that probably says more about how slow I've been with my writing, than anything - not to mention, rubbish with the self-promotion.)

* - I shall hold up my hand and say no, I'm not good at it myself, either, be it commenting on a thing I liked, or replying to a pm/email; I take so long thinking about what to write that I sometimes take a week or two to actually reply, if I even end up writing anything (more likely, I get embarassed about how long it's taken, and say nothing).

** - thank you not-on-Tumblr-Exie and @llamawrites for being real humans. <3

[alexseanchai]

[image 1: the Palestine fundraiser post I was tagged in today, as reblogged by the person in the notes with the most recent comment. image 2: the first reply thread in the notes, which has a thank-you from OP with four hidden replies by a user I blocked and three visible replies from another user, all dated 5d ago. as of taking this screenshot, the post had 259 likes, 511 reblogs, and 6551 replies, of which at least the oldest several dozen replies in that oldest thread are these two users tagging five randos per reply.]

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fun fact about raising funds for a good cause, otherwise known as a marketing tip for nonprofits as quoted by Forbes:

16. Send More Messages Than You Think You Need Don't be afraid to send more messages than you think are needed. Businesses and political campaigns send a lot of communications. While nonprofits can be more selective than that (and should be), the spirit behind it is important. If you send nine emails in a campaign, maybe five to six get past the spam filter, three to four are actually seen and two are opened. We feel it is redundant, but volume and repetition are key.

and here's two more Forbes articles about spam:

There has been a 4,000 percent increase in malicious emails just since the release of ChatGPT, which becomes even more unsettling, considering these are just the attempts we know about. Many successful ones, by definition, don't get reported because their victims don’t immediately realize they've been scammed.

It was this simple advertising message that formed the foundation of what became the junk email phenomenon. That danger was demonstrated [in 2000] when the ILOVEYOU worm was distributed by email and infected millions of Windows computers. Across the two decades that have followed, spam has remained the primary vehicle for delivering malware as well as being an ever-present irritant.

[partisan-by-default]

The report details a coordinated AI campaign using large language models (LLM) — the type of artificial intelligence that powers convincing, human-seeming chat bots like ChatGPT — to reply to other users.

While it’s unclear who operated or funded the network, its focus on particular political pet projects with no clear connection to foreign countries indicates it’s an American political operation, rather than one run by a foreign government, the researchers said.

As the November elections near, the government and other watchdogs have warned of efforts to influence public opinion via AI-generated content. The presence of a seemingly coordinated domestic influence operation using AI adds yet another wrinkle to a rapidly developing and chaotic information landscape. 

The network identified by the Clemson researchers included at least 686 identified X accounts that have posted more than 130,000 times since January. It targeted four Senate races and two primary races and supported former President Donald Trump’s re-election campaign. Many of the accounts were removed from X after NBC News emailed the platform for comment. The platform did not respond to NBC News’ inquiry. 

[danepopfrippery]

Tried to email max asking what time ofmd drops and three replies in i get:

Its available to episode ten right now

Not even kidding iss that shit chatgpt?

Update: 4 replies. Told me it premieres on the 10th?! Babes nyc billboards say otherwise

[haunthouse]

thinking about how i found someone a couple weeks ago who'd copied my entire personal website exactly for their own website (right down to the images, what each different page looked like, and the hobbies on the 'about me' page), and had it linked on their linkedin account where they claimed to be a software developer as their own work. and i emailed them asking them to take it down, obviously, because what the fuck, right? and i quoted a bit, in my email, from their linkedin post about their (plagiarized) site where they went on about how making "their own" site was an opportunity to let their own gaudy tastes fly free or some shit.

and they replied "lol so embarrassing I had chatgpt write that… ;_;"

followed by three paragraphs of an apology that was obviously, blatantly, also written by chatgpt.

they did take down the website, but like. i'm still astounded by the total lack of regard for other people & the blatant unapologetic plagiarism being used to try to get jobs. also like, the sheer lack of curiosity that goes into doing that — don't you want the satisfaction of making something that's actually yours? don't you want to mess around with things until you figure out something that works?

anyways i think about this every time i see posts defending using chatgpt to write essays or ai art or whatever. this is how you get people who don't care at all about boundaries, who never have to actually develop the emotional depth to articulate an apology themselves, and who never have to respond to the consequences for their actions because hey, they can just make a robot deal with it instead and shield themselves from any guilt, right? you never have to care about what other people are feeling if you can pass all your excuses off to a computer.