(If you don’t understand what I mean by that, get to a place where no one will mind if you’re laughing hysterically, and go to the Amazon link and read the sample. Seriously, this one is worth it. I haven’t laughed this hard since the last time I watched Spinal Tap).
I know. It was either Google Translated into English, or ChatGPT is drunk. He passed away of customary causes and had a song called “Unprecedented Heaps of Fire.”
“I haven’t laughed this hard since the last time I watched Spinal Tap.” That’s blurb-worthy right there.
Tia
1 year ago
This has to be an AI written book. From the very first paragraph of the sample:
Jerry Lee Lewis, the rock’n’roll pioneer who turned out to be the most shameful figure in notable music, has kicked the container developed 87, his advertising expert has said.
Either that or someone deliberately trolling. I’m not 100% convinced either way, though the passage where we learn that Lewis was kicked out of “enthusiastic school” for “playing a boogie-woogie interpretation of My God is Certifiable” leans me towards the latter.
This isn’t the sort of cover that usually makes it to the finals of the Lousies, but this one is, shall we say, special. I know better than to tempt the Universe and Nathan by guaranteeing it will make it, but it certainly has a chance.
If it doesn’t make it, there will be mutiny!!! MUTINY, I say! This one…wowzers. This one just takes speshul to whole new levels of specialty. Oh and yes, the LookInside? The LookInside is just…precious. Absolutely, can’t recommend the 2 minutes highly enough.
I should probably point out that Catherine Douglass’ similarly awful My Dyke American My Queen Of Amazon Leopard Females: Theirs didn’t make the finals this year, although I rather agree with the voters: the cover was just kinda generically bad. What was truly hilariously dreadful was the content, clearly demonstrating that English is a very distant second language for the author.
I should also point out it was up against all three of Maximilian St. John’s atrocious covers on the March ballot… and that all three of those covers ultimately went on to “win” a Lousy Award. Again, I can’t really bring myself to disagree with the voters. Honestly, would you have picked My Dyke American My Queen Of Amazon Leopard Females: Theirs over Chubby Pumping, Homeless Fart Sex, or Use Me, Sluice Me, Juice Me?
Text, text, and more text…
And an utterly boring cover, which tells the whole story on the front. Although, maybe “everything you need to know” should be taken literally and the book contains everything we need to know about everything?
From the blurb: “This book was composed with a great deal of exploration and data accumulated. A duplicate will provide you with a great deal of right understanding.”
Too much data about two different people whom the author has amalgamated into one person.
Johno McMoose
1 year ago
Daahn! This “author” has excreted a similar “booque” on Burt Bacharach (featuring one “Cole Gatekeeper”), a mere day after Bacharach’s passing! At least “he” didn’t mix up the photo.
[insert Samuel L. Jackson cursing here] This automaton seems to spurt out booques on different people who have recently “kicked the container” by the dozen. Those heaps of fire are truly unprecedented!
In the one about Primal Scream’s Martin Duffy, the band’s name is mistranslated as Fundamental Yell, and My Bloody Valentine’s Kevin Shields becomes My Unpleasant Valentine’s Kevin Protections. Another musician Rob Collins is rendered as Burglarize Collins.
Russ N.
1 year ago
It is quite the well-researched tome – logging in at 13 pages.
Sweet Jesus God, it’s the mind-control of the Zombie drug!!!
Naaman Brown
1 year ago
It is painful at times to do a search on a subject you know about and have artificial unintelligence come back with mismatched responses You know people who don’t have any grasp on the subject won’t know any better.
Is that a new tag?
I suppose I could click it and see…
No, it just doesn’t get a lot of exercise.
Goodness gracious great balls of fire! How are you publishing a biography of someone when you don’t even know what they look like?
You mean “Unprecedented Heaps of Fire.”
(If you don’t understand what I mean by that, get to a place where no one will mind if you’re laughing hysterically, and go to the Amazon link and read the sample. Seriously, this one is worth it. I haven’t laughed this hard since the last time I watched Spinal Tap).
I know. It was either Google Translated into English, or ChatGPT is drunk. He passed away of customary causes and had a song called “Unprecedented Heaps of Fire.”
I’m leaning towards some news articles and the wikipedia page were badly translated with Google, then fed into ChatGPT.
“I haven’t laughed this hard since the last time I watched Spinal Tap.” That’s blurb-worthy right there.
This has to be an AI written book. From the very first paragraph of the sample:
Either that or someone deliberately trolling. I’m not 100% convinced either way, though the passage where we learn that Lewis was kicked out of “enthusiastic school” for “playing a boogie-woogie interpretation of My God is Certifiable” leans me towards the latter.
AI written or translated from Mandarin into English, sort of.
Hollllleeeee crap. This one? This one deserves an award all of its own.
This is just…elevated, so to speak,(cough cough) to a level that defies description by remotely sane people.
This isn’t the sort of cover that usually makes it to the finals of the Lousies, but this one is, shall we say, special. I know better than to tempt the Universe and Nathan by guaranteeing it will make it, but it certainly has a chance.
If it doesn’t make it, there will be mutiny!!! MUTINY, I say! This one…wowzers. This one just takes speshul to whole new levels of specialty. Oh and yes, the LookInside? The LookInside is just…precious. Absolutely, can’t recommend the 2 minutes highly enough.
Well, there are definitely enough comments to pass that candidacy threshold. Beyond that, it’s all up to you guys.
I should probably point out that Catherine Douglass’ similarly awful My Dyke American My Queen Of Amazon Leopard Females: Theirs didn’t make the finals this year, although I rather agree with the voters: the cover was just kinda generically bad. What was truly hilariously dreadful was the content, clearly demonstrating that English is a very distant second language for the author.
Well, then, RK, it was your job to make sure that we didn’t forget it! Sheesh! 🙂
I should also point out it was up against all three of Maximilian St. John’s atrocious covers on the March ballot… and that all three of those covers ultimately went on to “win” a Lousy Award. Again, I can’t really bring myself to disagree with the voters. Honestly, would you have picked My Dyke American My Queen Of Amazon Leopard Females: Theirs over Chubby Pumping, Homeless Fart Sex, or Use Me, Sluice Me, Juice Me?
Text, text, and more text…
And an utterly boring cover, which tells the whole story on the front. Although, maybe “everything you need to know” should be taken literally and the book contains everything we need to know about everything?
From the blurb: “This book was composed with a great deal of exploration and data accumulated. A duplicate will provide you with a great deal of right understanding.”
Too much data about two different people whom the author has amalgamated into one person.
Daahn! This “author” has excreted a similar “booque” on Burt Bacharach (featuring one “Cole Gatekeeper”), a mere day after Bacharach’s passing! At least “he” didn’t mix up the photo.
[insert Samuel L. Jackson cursing here] This automaton seems to spurt out booques on different people who have recently “kicked the container” by the dozen. Those heaps of fire are truly unprecedented!
In the one about Primal Scream’s Martin Duffy, the band’s name is mistranslated as Fundamental Yell, and My Bloody Valentine’s Kevin Shields becomes My Unpleasant Valentine’s Kevin Protections. Another musician Rob Collins is rendered as Burglarize Collins.
It is quite the well-researched tome – logging in at 13 pages.
27 pages in the paperback, which you could own for the low, low price of just $9.99
Buddy Love was an entertainer of many facets.
it has a ranking, which means at least one person paid money for it.
Sweet Jesus God, it’s the mind-control of the Zombie drug!!!
It is painful at times to do a search on a subject you know about and have artificial unintelligence come back with mismatched responses You know people who don’t have any grasp on the subject won’t know any better.