Nebraska? Who the fuck has a concept of the size of Nebraska? I haven’t thought about Nebraska in years. I might not have ever thought about Nebraska. I’m not even positive Nebraska is a state and not just one of the capital cities in a podunk flyover shithole nobody has even given a fuck about. ThE sIzE oF nEbRaSka I mean seriously, come the fuck on with this shit.
I wrote a whole thing in retort to this and then I copied and pasted the wrong thing and I lost all of it.
I am genuinely saddened to learn this, this has been a rollicking good time. Ah, darn.
Bottom line, you don’t know what a straw man is. You’re still using it incorrectly.
You’ve repeatedly used a logical fallacy, misinterpreted what that fallacy actually is, and then tried to use your misunderstanding of it against me. The irony is that this is extremely common.
Tried to use it against you? “Tried”?? Buddy I am the goddamn Harlem Globetrotters of dunking on your ass over this. I’ve succeeded at using this against you so hard I’m writing a book called "How I used it against them: The Strawman Story"
Sigh. Okay, I’ll be polite. Sorry, long day.
Look, insisting I don’t know what I’m talking about is a losing strategy. I know I know what I’m talking about, because I talk about stuff a lot and my momma says I’m real good at it, and my momma ain’t no liar. And I’m well aware of the meanings behind the terms I’ve been using. Yes, what you did initially is absolutely a straw man - I’m going to just borrow the damn formula from wikipedia and fill in the blanks mad-libs style:
Person 1 (Us) asserts proposition X (AI is garbage at producing art because it removes the skill which gives character to the work and limits creativity in ways that stiffle originality and railroads your vision)
Person 2 (You) argues against a superficially similar proposition Y (AI is bad at art because all an AI artist does is type in a single sentence andPflrrt!out farts a movie), as though an argument against Y (bad bcz one sentence) were an argument against X (bad bcz no character).
You’re doing a goddamned triple-axel backflipping strawman. Taylor Swift is singing a ballad about that time she broke up with a guy because he was a man filled with straw and he cheated on her with you. The entire inter-collegiate “Its A Strawman” marching band strikes up their classic all-tuba rendition of “enter the gladiators”. It smells of hot buttered popcorn, freshly mown grass and the lingering scent of the straw bale you’re sitting on. You look at your sweetheart and feel the moment is perfect. Carefully you reach up and brush their straw-blond hair out of their face. The music swells and, as you lean in for that first momentus kiss, fireworks erupt in the night sky, blooming ephemeral flowers the size of a neighborhood, each one hurling shimmering petals of flame down towards you, their flight coloring the scene the gentle golden-yellow of a summer strawman.
(It’s a callback to when I implied you banged a strawman earlier. Subtle, I know. God damn I’m funny.)
I don’t need to provide you with any proof because you’re not going to accept it anyway.
“Golly gee batman, that’s really convenient how they said could provide proof then said they didn’t have to! Man. You know, it’s so convenient it’s almost like…”
“Great scott Boy Wonder, you’re right! The piddler never had any proof all along! It was all a bluff! Quickly, to the Flatmobile!”
-muffled sounds of gorilla violence-
Anyways. Honestly, I’m still waiting on that example of a strawman I was using in an argument. Genuinely. I’m pretty sure I didn’t use one, but I might have skirted too close dickarus-style at one point with an appeal to absurdity. I think I dodged it by being explicit about what I was doing, but I’m curious to hear your opinion there.
Also those Objective Categories of Quality, really want to hear more about those. That’ll be fun.
Nebraska: a rant.
Nebraska? Who the fuck has a concept of the size of Nebraska? I haven’t thought about Nebraska in years. I might not have ever thought about Nebraska. I’m not even positive Nebraska is a state and not just one of the capital cities in a podunk flyover shithole nobody has even given a fuck about. ThE sIzE oF nEbRaSka I mean seriously, come the fuck on with this shit.
I am genuinely saddened to learn this, this has been a rollicking good time. Ah, darn.
Tried to use it against you? “Tried”?? Buddy I am the goddamn Harlem Globetrotters of dunking on your ass over this. I’ve succeeded at using this against you so hard I’m writing a book called "How I used it against them: The Strawman Story"Sigh. Okay, I’ll be polite. Sorry, long day.
Look, insisting I don’t know what I’m talking about is a losing strategy. I know I know what I’m talking about, because I talk about stuff a lot and my momma says I’m real good at it, and my momma ain’t no liar. And I’m well aware of the meanings behind the terms I’ve been using. Yes, what you did initially is absolutely a straw man - I’m going to just borrow the damn formula from wikipedia and fill in the blanks mad-libs style:
You’re doing a goddamned triple-axel backflipping strawman. Taylor Swift is singing a ballad about that time she broke up with a guy because he was a man filled with straw and he cheated on her with you. The entire inter-collegiate “Its A Strawman” marching band strikes up their classic all-tuba rendition of “enter the gladiators”. It smells of hot buttered popcorn, freshly mown grass and the lingering scent of the straw bale you’re sitting on. You look at your sweetheart and feel the moment is perfect. Carefully you reach up and brush their straw-blond hair out of their face. The music swells and, as you lean in for that first momentus kiss, fireworks erupt in the night sky, blooming ephemeral flowers the size of a neighborhood, each one hurling shimmering petals of flame down towards you, their flight coloring the scene the gentle golden-yellow of a summer strawman.
(It’s a callback to when I implied you banged a strawman earlier. Subtle, I know. God damn I’m funny.)
“Golly gee batman, that’s really convenient how they said could provide proof then said they didn’t have to! Man. You know, it’s so convenient it’s almost like…”
“Great scott Boy Wonder, you’re right! The piddler never had any proof all along! It was all a bluff! Quickly, to the Flatmobile!”
-muffled sounds of gorilla violence-
Anyways. Honestly, I’m still waiting on that example of a strawman I was using in an argument. Genuinely. I’m pretty sure I didn’t use one, but I might have skirted too close dickarus-style at one point with an appeal to absurdity. I think I dodged it by being explicit about what I was doing, but I’m curious to hear your opinion there.
Also those Objective Categories of Quality, really want to hear more about those. That’ll be fun.