I got the overarching sense of an LLM making drama out of confusing or insignificant things. Some specific LLMisms that irritated me—beyond the creepy soulless AI cartoons—included:
> Fifty minutes. In the cold. Night after night, for seven years.
> Three pinpoints of light. One photographic plate. Vanished within fifty minutes.
> No university, no lab, no funding. He pulled down the dataset, wrote his own code from scratch, and ran every test independently.
> one telescope, one mountain, one drawer of plates.
> Different telescope. Different continent. Same signature.
> Signed and numbered. Just 150 copies. When they’re gone, they’re gone.
> […]the wider corpus this comic was built from. The science holds because the receipts hold.
> The Palomar Lights — a story told in data, glass, and light.
> Fifty minutes. In the cold. Night after night, for seven years.
> Three pinpoints of light. One photographic plate. Vanished within fifty minutes.
> No university, no lab, no funding. He pulled down the dataset, wrote his own code from scratch, and ran every test independently.
> one telescope, one mountain, one drawer of plates.
> Different telescope. Different continent. Same signature.
> Signed and numbered. Just 150 copies. When they’re gone, they’re gone.
> […]the wider corpus this comic was built from. The science holds because the receipts hold.
> The Palomar Lights — a story told in data, glass, and light.