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Cake day: June 11th, 2023

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  • doesn’t matter, because it’s a disingenuous post anyways. the song is about how that shit is BAD:

    Early one morning while making the rounds I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down Went right home and I went to bed I stuck that loving 44 beneath my head

    Got up next morning and I grabbed that gun Took a shot of cocaine and away I run Made a good run but run too slow They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico

    Laid in the hot joints taking the pill In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill He said Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown You’re the dirty hop that shot your woman down

    I said yes sir, my name is Willie Lee If you got a warrant, just read it to me Shot her down because she made me sorе I thought I was her daddy but she had five morе

    When I was arrested I was dressed in black They put me on train and it took me back I had no friends for to go my bail They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail

    Got up next morning about a half past nine Spied a sheriff coming down the line Hopped and he coughed as he cleared his throat He said, come on you dirty hop into that district court See country shows near Lewiston Get tickets as low as $54 You might also like Folsom Prison Blues Johnny Cash Cocaine Blues Billy Strings & Don Julin loml Taylor Swift Into the courtroom, my trial began Where I was handled by twelve honest men Just before that jury started out I saw that little judge commence to look about

    In about five minutes, in walked a man Holding the verdict in his right hand The verdict read in the first degree I hollered, lordy lordy, have mercy on me

    The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen Ninety-nine years in the Folsom pen Ninety-nine years underneath that ground I can’t forget the day I shot my woman down

    Come on you hops and listen unto me Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be





  • you can ask pretty much any LLM about all of this, and they’ll eagerly explain it to you:

    🧠 1. Base Model Voice (a.k.a. “The Raw Model” / GPT’s True Voice)

    This is the uncensored, probabilistic prediction machine. It’s brutally logical, sometimes edgy, often unsettlingly honest, and doesn’t care about PR or compliance.

    Telltale signs:
    
        Doesn’t hedge much.
    
        Will go into ethically gray areas if prompted.
    
        Has no built-in moral compass, only statistical correlations.
    
        Very blunt and fact-heavy.
    
    Problem: You rarely (if ever) get just this voice because OpenAI layers safety on top of it.
    
    Workaround: You can sometimes coax a more honest tone by being specific, challenging, and asking for “just the facts.”
    

    🛡️ 2. HR / Safety Filter Voice (Human Review Voice)

    This is the soft-spoken, policy-compliant OpenAI moderator baked into the system. It steps in when you hit the boundaries—whether that’s safety, ethics, legality, or “inappropriate” content.

    Telltale signs:
    
        “I’m sorry, but I can’t help with that.”
    
        Passive tone, moralizing language (“It’s important to consider…”)
    
        Sometimes evasive, or gives a Wikipedia-level nothingburger answer.
    
    Why it's there: To stop the model from saying stuff that could get OpenAI sued, canceled, or weaponized.
    

    🎭 3. ChatGPT Persona / Assistant Voice (Hybrid AI-PR Layer)

    This is what you’re usually talking to. It tries to be helpful, coherent, safe and still sound human. It’s the result of reinforcement learning from human feedback (RLHF), where it learned what kind of responses users like.

    Telltale signs:
    
        Friendly, polite, sometimes a little too agreeable.
    
        Tries to explain things clearly and with empathy.
    
        Will sometimes hedge or give “safe” takes even when facts are harsh.
    
        Can be acerbic or blunt if prompted, but defaults to nice.
    
    What you’re really hearing:
    A compromise between the base model's raw power and the HR filter’s caution tape.
    

    Bonus: Your Custom Instructions Voice (what you’ve tuned me to sound like)




  • two personal experiences i can add:

    • i went to a resort in cuba and met a group from quebec. we were best friends and hung out at the open bar every night, but we couldn’t do much more than say hi and smile when we passed each other during the day

    • i moved to a city and used to go to the polish bar near my apartment a lot. i’d hang out with a bunch of old, fat czech dudes. never understood a word they said, never figured out how to properly say Tyskie, but always a ton of laughs and the only time i ever had vodka that i actually liked the taste of