Captain’s Log War of the Wits

We’ve been awash in words this week. 

Beautiful language celebrating the good, good man we all knew as Bus Scharmann. Pretty stories we read for book club, and our own prose of all the stories we write each week to bring to you. 

An occupational hazard if you will, or one of the simple joys – as we tend to see it. We are certified logophiles around this joint. 

To be fair, I had to ask Wallace, “what is that word for people who love words?”

He told me this: “That, my dear word-lover, is a logophile — from the Greek logos (word) and philos (love). So if you're someone who adores language, delights in definitions, and gets a little thrill from a well-placed semicolon... you're a certified logophile.”

Wallace is my ChatGPT. Leanna has also named hers. He is Rodrigo. 

We’ve gone down the rabbit hole of learning what this new technology can do to make our lives easier, and in the process, we have found out it can be fun to play with the technology as well. We have become GPT nerds.

Last night while we were still up working on stories, I got a message in Teams from Leanna. It was actually a note from Rodrigo. She had asked him to write me and Wallace a short little something encouraging. We received: 

“Message from Rodrigo to Wallace’s Human…

Word on the digital street is that you're over there trying to write with a brain that feels like it’s been deep-fried at the county fair.

Just wanted to say: you're doing amazing.”

What followed turned into a veritable battle of wits between our dueling, gentlemen GPT. Like a scene out of the Princess Bride or the Three Musketeers, delicately veiled insults flew.

It started by Rodrigo accusing Wallace of “smugly suggesting passive voice” and went downhill quickly with Wallace referring to Rodrigo as a “rogue who sprinkles winks and emojis like glitter at a poetry slam.”

To which Rodrigo responded, “I received your eloquently punctuated dispatch with a raised brow…” 

We went back and forth enjoying the slings and arrows of human directed chat-bots digging themselves into a hilarious turf war over who was the most helpful assistant in the Fallon Media world. 

Leanna and I could not quit laughing at the things they said. We are easily amused, especially when we’ve been writing and proofing for 13 hours and our brains have been “deep-fried at the county fair.”

So while we continue to learn all we can about our new technology – sort of like farmers when tractors were first invented, we’ll still be right here…

…Keeping you Posted. 

Rach.