wibbly wobbly chronology

Jamie, 19, England, he/him (mostly). A blog about Doctor Who, Terry Pratchett, Sketch Comedy, Harry Potter and Science Fiction, although really anything's fair game. Also on redbubble: http://www.redbubble.com/people/jammywho21/portfolio

[rlyehtaxidermist]

archangel michael, brandishing his trumpet, ready to play the song that signals the end of the world: who are you and what are you doing here

weird al yankovic, accordion in hand, ready to play the polka that signals the end of the end of the world:

[catinfroghat]

Saturn Devouring His Son enjoyers rise

[notyoujamie]

[oliviairodrigo]

TED LASSO (2020—) S02E03 | 4-5-1

[transfaguette]

hate that english makes you say things like "that that" and "do do"

[monemin]

yeah. hate that that's something i do do sometimes

[transfaguette]

im screaming and crying and throwing up

[apas-95]

the concept of 'sperm whale' is so fucking funny. these prudish victorians found a gigantic, terrifying sea-beast, and, discovering it was full of a thick, oily substance, immediately went 'is this fucking Cum???' and started fueling everything with it. they thought their whole sexually repressed society was running on the monstrous cum harvested by deadly expeditions to the black, icy sea. what kind of immaculate neuroses they must have had.

[eroscestlavie]

Actually the real funniest thing about SuperWhoLock in retrospect is that fast forward 10 years from its heyday in 2012 and you got people writing impassioned essays about how an extremely dry and homophobic gay confession scene was the pinnacle of queer media on Supernatural and people writing impassioned essays about how BBC Sherlock was secretly a gay love story despite being also dry and homophobic but no one is writing an impassioned essay about how you can queue up an episode of 2007 Doctor Who on HBO Max from the comfort of your home and see John Barrowman walking around saying “I ❤️ Cock” repeatedly until someone shoots him. And them he doesn’t die because he can’t die. He cannot die

[lizzydizzyyo]

@seethestarsalittlecloser

[seethestarsalittlecloser]

Saw someone had added a screenshot of my tags and realised I FUCKING FORGOT BILL POTTS HOW COULD I FORGET BILL POTTS AND HER CANONICAL UNDEAD GIRLFRIEND HEATHER??? DOCTOR WHO GAVE US CANONICAL LESBIANS (OF COLOUR) YEARS AGO AND YALL ARE STILL LOSING YOUR MINDS AT HOMOPHOBICALLY CANON ONE-SIDED DESTIEL?? make it make sense

[the-scottish-costume-guy]

Just want to mention film/tv theorists are not letting this slip by. So much of the queer media theory you can read in the uk is analysing doctor who specifically.

[writing-prompt-s]

A colony ship with 5000 human passengers in stasis is heavily damaged in a meteor shower. While the onboard computer does not have the raw materials needed for repairs, it calculates that it has a very large amount of organic matter and a genetics lab. A solution path is now being executed…

[fezofrassilon]

(writes the entire script of The Girl in the Fireplace)

[writing-prompt-s]

A colony ship with 5000 human passengers in stasis is heavily damaged in a meteor shower. While the onboard computer does not have the raw materials needed for repairs, it calculates that it has a very large amount of organic matter and a genetics lab. A solution path is now being executed…

[thetalkingcow]

Medieval Scooby

[thedreadvampy]

An Ich wōld goÞ awai with-al, wer't non for hērte meddelende youÞen!

[transjudas]

Teenagers 2007 + 2023 (x)

[tiktoksthataregood-ish]

[gooolabatooo]

I believe him.

[airandangels]

"Does Poseidon tremble, Jeeves?" "Indubitably, sir."

[rozecrest]

hey don’t cry. spiro the bald eagle failing at catching a crab, okay?

[mrsmarlasinger]

[lavender-radio]

Is your refrigerator running?

[lumsel]

chinese room 2

So there’s this guy, right? He sits in a room by himself, with a computer and a keyboard full of Chinese characters. He doesn’t know Chinese, though, in fact he doesn’t even realise that Chinese is a language. He just thinks it’s a bunch of odd symbols. Anyway, the computer prints out a paragraph of Chinese, and he thinks, whoa, cool shapes. And then a message is displayed on the computer monitor: which character comes next?

This guy has no idea how the hell he’s meant to know that, so he just presses a random character on the keyboard. And then the computer goes BZZZT, wrong! The correct character was THIS one, and it flashes a character on the screen. And the guy thinks, augh, dammit! I hope I get it right next time. And sure enough, computer prints out another paragraph of Chinese, and then it asks the guy, what comes next?

He guesses again, and he gets it wrong again, and he goes augh again, and this carries on for a while. But eventually, he presses the button and it goes DING! You got it right this time! And he is so happy, you have no idea. This is the best day of his life. He is going to do everything in his power to make that machine go DING again. So he starts paying attention. He looks at the paragraph of Chinese printed out by the machine, and cross-compares it against all the other paragraphs he’s gotten. And, recall, this guy doesn’t even know that this is a language, it’s just a sequence of weird symbols to him. But it’s a sequence that forms patterns. He notices that if a particular symbol is displayed, then the next symbol is more likely to be this one. He notices some symbols are more common in general. Bit by bit, he starts to draw statistical inferences about the symbols, he analyses the printouts every way he can, he writes extensive notes to himself on how to recognise the patterns.

Over time, his guesses begin to get more and more accurate. He hears those lovely DING sounds that indicate his prediction was correct more and more often, and he manages to use that to condition his instincts better and better, picking up on cues consciously and subconsciously to get better and better at pressing the right button on the keyboard. Eventually, his accuracy is like 70% or something – pretty damn good for a guy who doesn’t even know Chinese is a language.

* * *

One day, something odd happens.

He gets a printout, the machine asks what character comes next, and he presses a button on the keyboard and– silence. No sound at all. Instead, the machine prints out the exact same sequence again, but with one small change. The character he input on the keyboard has been added to the end of the sequence.

Which character comes next?

This weirds the guy out, but he thinks, well. This is clearly a test of my prediction abilities. So I’m not going to treat this printout any differently to any other printout made by the machine – shit, I’ll pretend that last printout I got? Never even happened. I’m just going to keep acting like this is a normal day on the job, and I’m going to predict the next symbol in this sequence as if it was one of the thousands of printouts I’ve seen before. And that’s what he does! He presses what symbol comes next, and then another printout comes out with that symbol added to the end, and then he presses what he thinks will be the next symbol in that sequence. And then, eventually, he thinks, “hm. I don’t think there’s any symbol after this one. I think this is the end of the sequence.” And so he presses the “END” button on his keyboard, and sits back, satisfied.

Unbeknownst to him, the sequence of characters he input wasn’t just some meaningless string of symbols. See, the printouts he was getting, they were all always grammatically correct Chinese. And that first printout he’d gotten that day in particular? It was a question: “How do I open a door.” The string of characters he had just input, what he had determined to be the most likely string of symbols to come next, formed a comprehensible response that read, “You turn the handle and push”.

* * *

One day you decide to visit this guy’s office. You’ve heard he’s learning Chinese, and for whatever reason you decide to test his progress. So you ask him, “Hey, which character means dog?”

He looks at you like you’ve got two heads. You may as well have asked him which of his shoes means “dog”, or which of the hairs on the back of his arm. There’s no connection in his mind at all between language and his little symbol prediction game, indeed, he thinks of it as an advanced form of mathematics rather than anything to do with linguistics. He hadn’t even conceived of the idea that what he was doing could be considered a kind of communication any more than algebra is. He says to you, “Buddy, they’re just funny symbols. No need to get all philosophical about it.”

Suddenly, another printout comes out of the machine. He stares at it, puzzles over it, but you can tell he doesn’t know what it says. You do, though. You’re fluent in the language. You can see that it says the words, “Do you actually speak Chinese, or are you just a guy in a room doing statistics and shit?”

The guy leans over to you, and says confidently, “I know it looks like a jumble of completely random characters. But it’s actually a very sophisticated mathematical sequence,” and then he presses a button on the keyboard. And another, and another, and another, and slowly but surely he composes a sequence of characters that, unbeknownst to him, reads “Yes, I know Chinese fluently! If I didn’t I would not be able to speak with you.”

That is how ChatGPT works.

[pinene]

what should you do if you see a lesbian

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