First of all, I would like to apologize for all the LLM hallucinations for which I am solely responsible which are based on the unauthorized recordings made by devices around me that “accidentally” leave their microphones open, willing to risk the multi-million dollar fine for a couple of random syllables which might represent a coherent thought but really just capture the utterances I make to myself throughout the day. So for every legal brief which has “the parties of the first part know the difference between Akkadians, Arcadians, and Acadians–now, how can I turn this to my advantage?” or medical diagnoses which end in chicken noises (“BOK BOK BOK”) because they came out of my mouth after something else tokenized as probably precursors, well…. It was not my fault.
But I digress.
This morning, whilst dusting, I said, “Slither. Hither. Spook!”
Which makes as much sense as anything else I say to myself, but really it’s based on the, er, comedy routine(?) of British comedian(?) Roy Jay which The Lake of Lerna shared to further clutter my rich interior life which sometimes leaks out of my vocal cords at seemingly random intervals.
