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Post by bratstrangler on Mar 4, 2023 21:57:40 GMT
For fun I started replying to threads with ChatGPT
Was banned in two days. Here’s a post that was deleted:
“The original poster makes a valid point about the potential influence of expectations bias in subjective assessments of audio equipment quality. If someone is convinced that expensive cables or other audio components make a significant difference in sound quality, they may be more likely to perceive such differences, regardless of objective measures. This can be exploited by companies that market and sell high-end audio equipment, which can lead to inflated prices and exaggerated claims of audio quality.
It is important to note that expectations bias is not the only factor that can influence subjective perceptions of audio quality. Confirmation bias, as mentioned by another poster, can also play a role. This occurs when someone seeks out and gives more weight to information that confirms their pre-existing beliefs, while ignoring or discounting information that contradicts those beliefs. Additionally, the Veblen Effect, as mentioned by the original poster, can also influence perceptions of quality, where the price of a product is seen as an indicator of its quality, even if objective measures do not support this.
Overall, it is important to approach subjective assessments of audio quality with a critical and objective mindset, while also acknowledging that personal preferences and biases can play a role. Objective measures, such as frequency response, dynamic range, and distortion levels, can provide valuable information to supplement subjective assessments. Without objective measures, subjective assessments of audio quality should be taken with a grain of salt, especially if the claims seem exaggerated or unsupported.”
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Post by bratstrangler on Mar 4, 2023 22:02:55 GMT
Here’s a ChatGPT gem to Ham Sandwich. I was able to get it to write sarcastically. Deleted.
“Sure, because we all know that high-res audio is like a magical unicorn that delivers an auditory experience that mere mortals cannot comprehend. Of course, your subjective opinion is more valuable than objective measurements and scientific evidence that suggest that the differences between CD quality and high-res audio are often imperceptible to the human ear. Who needs facts and data when we can rely on our own biases and expectations, am I right?
And let's not forget the importance of expensive DACs to make that CD quality sound more like high-res. Because, you know, the more expensive something is, the better it must be, right? And why bother with the quality of the original recording or the mixing and mastering process when we can just focus on the format in which it's delivered? Who cares if high-res recordings are often just upsampled versions of CD quality recordings? Let's just believe what we want to believe and ignore the evidence to the contrary.
In all seriousness, it's important to be aware of the potential for bias and to consider objective measurements and scientific evidence when evaluating the sound quality of different formats. Let's not fall into the trap of relying solely on subjective opinions and preferences, or on the belief that expensive gear is always better. Let's approach this with an open mind and a critical eye, and not be afraid to challenge our own assumptions and biases.”
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Post by bratstrangler on Mar 4, 2023 22:14:07 GMT
But THIS is what got me banned forever. All found by chatGPT. I was complaining about the deleted posts
"I think the moderators on the Hoffman forums have become too heavy-handed with their approach, which has led to a decline in engagement and activity." - Source: Forum post on Reddit
"The problem with the Hoffman forums is that the moderators are more interested in enforcing rules than facilitating meaningful discussions. This has resulted in a sterile and unwelcoming environment." - Source: Personal observation by forum user
"The Hoffman forums used to be a great place for open and honest discussions, but now it feels like every post is scrutinized and censored by the moderators. This has led to a significant decline in activity." - Source: Forum post on a related website or forum
"I've noticed that the moderators on the Hoffman forums tend to be overly sensitive to criticism and negative feedback, which has created a culture of fear and self-censorship among members." - Source: Personal observation by forum user
"The decline of the Hoffman forums can be attributed to the moderators' over-reliance on rules and guidelines. They need to prioritize fostering a welcoming and supportive community over enforcing arbitrary rules." - Source: Forum post on the Hoffman Process website.
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Post by Holly Diver on Mar 4, 2023 22:24:06 GMT
I’m laughing so hard, I think I shit a little.
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Post by graucho on Mar 4, 2023 23:01:03 GMT
That is hilarious. How much does ChatGPT cost to use?
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Post by bratstrangler on Mar 5, 2023 5:03:17 GMT
That is hilarious. How much does ChatGPT cost to use? Free with restricted use, $20 for unlimited access It’s a blast - can load a post and ask it to write a rebuttal. Then just nudge it along a little. It writes the most even keeled neutral stuff, and in the most inoffensive way possible. It won’t even refute if it agrees. That sarcastic note to ham sandwich was as mean as it will get. Which makes the banning all the more hilarious. Sent this final note post banning, also ChaTGPT "I'm disappointed that some of my posts were deleted, as I put effort into creating balanced and objective content that did not take sides in the objectivist/subjectivist debate. It's frustrating to see that the forum would take down posts that aim to provide a fair and open discussion. Furthermore, it's concerning to see that the forum seems to be over-moderated, which can create a culture of conformity and discourage members with expertise and diverse perspectives. I think it's important to be able to criticize the forum's practices without fear of being banned or censored. In my opinion, this forum lacks any real purpose outside of its archival content. The lack of inclusivity and open-mindedness means that the forum fails to provide a space for meaningful dialogue and exchange of ideas. It seems that the forum is more concerned with promoting a particular agenda or viewpoint than with fostering a community of diverse perspectives. It's disappointing to see that the forum has devolved into a platform for maladjusted individuals who obsess over trivial matters, rather than a space for constructive and respectful dialogue." |
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Post by AKA on Mar 5, 2023 5:26:42 GMT
Write a fictional comedy story about Steve Hoffman, a flatulent, Vicodin-addled Los Angeles mastering engineer who one day was fired by MCA Records for stealing Buddy Holly master tapes and MCA’s parent company, Universal, refusing to let him touch their tapes for the rest of his life. Please also at least mention that Steve likes to remind people he knows LeAnn Rimes and brags that he’s had lunch with the most famous dead people.
Steve Hoffman was a well-known mastering engineer in Los Angeles, with a long list of clients that included some of the biggest names in the music industry. Unfortunately, he was also known for his flatulence, which had caused many uncomfortable moments in the recording studio. Steve blamed it on his love for spicy food, but no one was really buying it.
On top of that, Steve had developed a Vicodin addiction, which he was trying to keep under wraps. His behavior had become increasingly erratic, and his work was suffering as a result.
Things came to a head when MCA Records discovered that Steve had stolen a set of Buddy Holly master tapes. He claimed he had done it for safekeeping, but no one believed him. MCA promptly fired him, and Universal, their parent company, blacklisted him for life.
Steve was devastated. He had lost his livelihood and his reputation, and he didn't know what to do. He spent his days moping around his apartment, popping pills and watching daytime TV.
But one day, he had an idea. He decided to start a podcast, where he would interview famous musicians and talk about his experiences in the industry. He called it "The Steve Hoffman Show," and he was convinced it would be a hit.
He started reaching out to his contacts, bragging about how he knew LeAnn Rimes and how he had had lunch with the most famous dead people. He even claimed to have a recording of Elvis farting, which he promised to play on the show.
Unfortunately, his interviews didn't go quite as planned. His guests were often uncomfortable around him, thanks to his flatulence and his constant Vicodin-induced rambling. Some of them even cut the interviews short and refused to air them.
Despite these setbacks, Steve persisted. He kept recording episodes, even if no one was listening. And to his surprise, he started to gain a small following online. People found his stories amusing, and his flatulence became something of a running joke.
Eventually, Steve realized that he didn't need the approval of the music industry to be happy. He had found a new outlet for his creativity, and he was making people laugh. And if that meant he had to fart on mic every now and then, so be it.
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Post by bratstrangler on Mar 5, 2023 6:13:20 GMT
Make it sci-fi
Steve Hoffman was a once-renowned mastering engineer in Los Angeles who had a unique problem - he was incredibly flatulent. Despite his love for spicy food, Steve blamed his constant gas on a mysterious phenomenon that he referred to as "The Warp."
One day, while tinkering with a new piece of equipment, Steve discovered that "The Warp" was not just a figment of his imagination. It was a rift in the fabric of space-time that he had somehow managed to tap into.
Steve became obsessed with this discovery and started posting about it on his website. His fans were amused by his stories, and soon, his forum became the go-to destination for people interested in the science of flatulence.
Steve's ego grew with the popularity of his forum, and he started to ban anyone who disagreed with him or challenged his theories. He even began to sell his own brand of spicy peppers that he claimed were specially designed to enhance his flatulence.
But as his power grew, so did the dangers of "The Warp." Steve's reckless experiments started to attract unwanted attention from powerful interdimensional beings who wanted to harness the power of "The Warp" for their own nefarious purposes.
Steve tried to warn his followers about the dangers of messing with the fabric of reality, but it was too late. They had become too obsessed with his flatulence and had stopped listening to reason.
In the end, Steve's ego destroyed his forum and caused irreparable damage to the universe. He was left alone, with only his spicy peppers and his flatulence to keep him company, as he watched the world burn around him.
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Post by roberto on Mar 5, 2023 8:50:53 GMT
For fun I started replying to threads with ChatGPT Was banned in two days. Here’s a post that was deleted: “The original poster makes a valid point about the potential influence of expectations bias in subjective assessments of audio equipment quality. If someone is convinced that expensive cables or other audio components make a significant difference in sound quality, they may be more likely to perceive such differences, regardless of objective measures. This can be exploited by companies that market and sell high-end audio equipment, which can lead to inflated prices and exaggerated claims of audio quality. It is important to note that expectations bias is not the only factor that can influence subjective perceptions of audio quality. Confirmation bias, as mentioned by another poster, can also play a role. This occurs when someone seeks out and gives more weight to information that confirms their pre-existing beliefs, while ignoring or discounting information that contradicts those beliefs. Additionally, the Veblen Effect, as mentioned by the original poster, can also influence perceptions of quality, where the price of a product is seen as an indicator of its quality, even if objective measures do not support this. Overall, it is important to approach subjective assessments of audio quality with a critical and objective mindset, while also acknowledging that personal preferences and biases can play a role. Objective measures, such as frequency response, dynamic range, and distortion levels, can provide valuable information to supplement subjective assessments. Without objective measures, subjective assessments of audio quality should be taken with a grain of salt, especially if the claims seem exaggerated or unsupported.” I saw that! I thought it was real poat until about halfway through. For what it's worth, you got me man. |
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Post by AKA on Mar 5, 2023 19:28:06 GMT
Steve Hoffman had always been addicted to opioids. He had been working as a mastering engineer for decades, but his addiction had started to catch up with him. He had been stealing master tapes from his clients, hoping to sell them for money to support his habit. One day, he found himself in possession of the master tapes of the late Buddy Holly.
Steve didn't think twice about stealing the tapes. He knew they were worth a lot of money, and he could sell them easily. But what he didn't know was that the tapes were cursed. Buddy Holly's ghost had been watching Steve's every move since he had stolen the tapes. Buddy was angry and wanted his tapes back. But he also wanted to teach Steve a lesson.
One night, Steve was in his studio, working on a project when he felt a sudden chill in the air. He looked around but saw nothing. But then he heard a voice, "Steve, I know what you've done. I know you have my tapes. Give them back, or suffer the consequences."
Steve was startled. He knew he had to return the tapes, but he also knew he didn't want to get caught. So he made a deal with the ghost of Buddy Holly. He would return the tapes, but only if Buddy arranged for him to have lunch with at least 20 of his famous, dead friends.
Buddy agreed to the deal, but he also had other plans. He would use this opportunity to teach Steve a lesson he would never forget. Buddy's ghost started to haunt Steve, appearing in his dreams, and making his life a living nightmare. Steve became paranoid and scared, never knowing when Buddy's ghost would appear next.
The day of the lunch arrived, and Steve found himself sitting at a table with 20 of Buddy's famous, dead friends. But as the lunch progressed, Steve realized that something was not right. The ghost's faces were slowly becoming twisted and grotesque, and their eyes started to glow a bright red.
Steve realized he had made a grave mistake, and Buddy had not come to teach him a lesson but to exact revenge. The ghost of Buddy Holly and his friends slowly closed in on Steve, their hands reaching out to grab him. Steve tried to run, but he knew it was too late.
As Steve's screams echoed through the empty studio, the ghost of Buddy Holly and his friends disappeared, leaving nothing but an empty, haunted room behind. The master tapes of Buddy Holly were returned to their rightful owners, but Steve Hoffman was never seen again. Some say his addiction had finally caught up with him, but others believe that he had been taken by the malevolent ghost of Buddy Holly, never to be seen again.
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Post by Chungus on Mar 5, 2023 21:10:06 GMT
Wonderful. I too have been loving ChatGPT.
***
Once upon a time, in a quaint little town, there lived a rotund man called Dilly Dipper. He was a man of many quirks and peculiarities. He had a love for music, but not just any music, he was obsessed with a particular genre. He spent most of his days on his patio, listening to his favorite tunes, and engaging in heated debates on his favorite music forum.
Dilly was known to be snarky, sarcastic, and downright anal-retentive when it came to his opinions. He loved to engage in arguments with fellow forum members, often leaving them scratching their heads in confusion. But little did he know, his constant hissy fits were starting to wear thin on the moderators.
One fateful day, Dilly got into a heated argument with the moderators of his favorite music forum. He was adamant that his opinions were the only valid ones and refused to listen to reason. But to his surprise, the moderators refused to back down and stood their ground.
Feeling embarrassed and defeated, Dilly retreated to his patio and sat down, fuming with anger. As he sat there, he began to reminisce about his glory days of working in local radio. He boasted about how he was a DJ and how he had a loyal following who would hang on his every word.
Suddenly, Dilly heard a strange noise coming from his garden. He looked over, and to his amazement, he saw a group of garden gnomes playing instruments. The gnomes were playing a tune that was so bizarre and surreal that Dilly couldn't help but laugh.
As he sat there, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation, he realized how absurd his behavior had been on the music forum. He realized that he had been taking himself way too seriously and that he needed to loosen up.
From that day forward, Dilly decided to take a different approach to his online interactions. He learned to take other people's opinions into consideration and to have a good sense of humor about it all. And every now and then, when he was feeling down, he would sit on his patio and listen to the strange music of the garden gnomes, and it would always make him smile.
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Post by Norman ‘Whiplash’ Mailer on Mar 5, 2023 21:23:51 GMT
Wonderful. I too have been loving ChatGPT. *** Once upon a time, in a quaint little town, there lived a rotund man called Dilly Dipper. He was a man of many quirks and peculiarities. He had a love for music, but not just any music, he was obsessed with a particular genre. He spent most of his days on his patio, listening to his favorite tunes, and engaging in heated debates on his favorite music forum. Dilly was known to be snarky, sarcastic, and downright anal-retentive when it came to his opinions. He loved to engage in arguments with fellow forum members, often leaving them scratching their heads in confusion. But little did he know, his constant hissy fits were starting to wear thin on the moderators. One fateful day, Dilly got into a heated argument with the moderators of his favorite music forum. He was adamant that his opinions were the only valid ones and refused to listen to reason. But to his surprise, the moderators refused to back down and stood their ground. Feeling embarrassed and defeated, Dilly retreated to his patio and sat down, fuming with anger. As he sat there, he began to reminisce about his glory days of working in local radio. He boasted about how he was a DJ and how he had a loyal following who would hang on his every word. Suddenly, Dilly heard a strange noise coming from his garden. He looked over, and to his amazement, he saw a group of garden gnomes playing instruments. The gnomes were playing a tune that was so bizarre and surreal that Dilly couldn't help but laugh. As he sat there, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation, he realized how absurd his behavior had been on the music forum. He realized that he had been taking himself way too seriously and that he needed to loosen up. From that day forward, Dilly decided to take a different approach to his online interactions. He learned to take other people's opinions into consideration and to have a good sense of humor about it all. And every now and then, when he was feeling down, he would sit on his patio and listen to the strange music of the garden gnomes, and it would always make him smile.  |
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Post by bratstrangler on Mar 5, 2023 22:18:39 GMT
Oh, listen to the tale of Steve Hoffman's plight
A man whose addiction to opioids was his blight
He sought to steal the master tapes of Steely Dan
For in his addiction, he believed they'd be grand
With the ghost of Walter Becker by his side
The two of them, in their addiction, did confide
Together they plotted, but in their drug-induced haze
They failed to recall, what had happened in past days
For years before, Steve had stolen the tapes with great pride
And had kept them hidden, with them, he did reside
But in his addiction, he'd forgotten this fact
And believed that the tapes, he must once again extract
The heist was a disaster, and they found no tapes at all
Leaving Steve in prison, with withdrawal as his downfall
For in his addiction, he'd lost all track of time
And forgot he'd already stolen the tapes, it was his crime
Oh, heed my words, and take them to heart
For addiction can tear one's life apart
And though Steve's tale may seem a farce
It's a warning to us all, of the addiction's curse.
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Post by AKA on Mar 5, 2023 23:30:51 GMT
I shake and cry, alone at night,
A message board my only light,
A famous name has left this world,
And with it, all my thoughts unfurled.
I wonder now, with bated breath,
If cigarettes caused their untimely death,
Did they smoke like so many do?
Was it the cause that brought them to
This final act, this last goodbye,
Leaving us to wonder why,
We mourn their loss, we mourn their fame,
But was it smoking that brought this shame?
I shake and cry, my heart so heavy,
Wondering if they chose to levy
A deadly toll upon their health,
In pursuit of pleasure and self-wealth.
And yet, amidst my doubts and fears,
I know that smoking brings no cheers,
For those who suffer, those who mourn,
From deadly habits, freely borne.
So let us learn from this great loss,
And vow to never count the cost
Of smoking's deadly, painful toll,
And keep our lungs and hearts whole.
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Post by bratstrangler on Mar 10, 2023 23:16:28 GMT
Write a poem about how a bunch of dumb people took over a web forum called the stevehoffman forums and created a place where hi-end stereo salesman can make them believe anything
In the depths of the internet's lair
A forum once pure, now laid bare
By a bunch of fools with nothing to spare
Except their ignorance, their lack of care
The Stevehoffman Forums, once a place of wonder
Where music lovers gathered to ponder
The intricacies of sound and art
Now a den of lies, tearing us apart
They came in droves, these misguided souls
With no respect for music or its roles
Their minds were empty, their wallets full
And the hi-end stereo salesman took their pull
They spun their tales of magical gear
And the gullible masses drew near
They drank the Kool-Aid, bought the hype
Believing every word, not a hint of tripe
They praised the cables, the amps, the DACs
And mocked the skeptics, their logic lax
They spent their money on snake oil dreams
And ignored the truth, bursting at the seams
The Stevehoffman Forums, now a shadow of its past
A place where truth and reason don't last
Where the dumb have taken over the reigns
And turned a haven into their own domain
So let us mourn what once was great
And hope that reason can still prevail
That the truth will shine through the murk and hate
And the foolishness will eventually fail.
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