"OpenAI also included scores from AI benchmarks showing similar performance from watermarked and unwatermarked text. But it notes that textGrain "does not guarantee reliable detection," and says text watermarks don't verify accuracy, determine who owns the text, measure how much a human contributed, or prove human authorship. "

Oh, I see, it is good for Company Misdirection: "OOooooo.....look at that Blibbering Humdinger in the window" (to reuse a Luna Lovegood phrase).

I literally do.

It's hard to believe that a Jordanian teenager learned the PeopleSoft vendor integration API well enough to exploit it.

Probably somebody whose dayjob is related.

Maybe he was just Vibesploiting, but it seems less likely.

Every player uses a mouse.

Oh, now you are trying to nitpick?

You are the one who said, "Censorship means suppression of speech or expression by a governing authority." which is a really dumb thing to say, otherwise "government censorship" or "self-censorship" wouldn't be terms.

We have bubonic plague infections every year in the United States. Very, very few, admittedly, but it's not like it's been eradicated. So there's still benefit in studying it.

The more I hear about this so-called "SF Democratic Party," the more I'm convinced they don't speak for the majority of SF voters. Seriously. They seem to be some strange, centrist organization that no voters belong to and nobody knows where they get their money from.

It [AM radio] needs to be forced as standard equipment.

Why? What good is it for me? I don't speak Spanish.

Perhaps the EU needs to import more H1-B type talent to develop this new alternative.

We've seen how well it has worked out for us here in the US...[rolls eyes].

Maybe it is due to people who have enough money to have cars worth stealing from.....have moved OUT of the hellhole that CA is rapidly becoming, especially SF.

Less targets means less of that type of crime.

You never seem to want to differentiate between LEGAL and ILLEGAL immigration, like with your citations....I'd believe the number cited for legal migration, but the overwhelming vast majority are sick of the illegals here and happy that Trump for the most part has completely shut off the previously porous southern border.

Let me be perfectly clear about this: I am insulting you. I am calling you out as either being such a plonk that you keep old copies of People magazine around just in case ... or you are such a plonk that you google and select the answer you want.

Either way, you are a plonk. Your memory is reliable and truthful, mine is full of lies.

Yah, right, like I keep sources of everything I remember from 30 years ago. Uh huh. You of course, being perfect, do keep such sources, instead of just googling and reporting the results which confirm your own bias.

I do not think shifting the time zone back to the 1950's Jim Crow South is physically possible, although they are dong their damnest to try.

And it has infected the Department of Christian War Crimes:

The Pentagon Prayer Seance

The Head Christian at the Department of Christian War Crimes has thus decreed that every month will feature a Christian Prayer Service for all employees who wish to come as long as they are not black, women, LBGQT++, or Democrat. And will now have an Office of Religious Affairs.

Sec. Pete Hegseth enters the Prayer Room, does 20 pushups, runs around it five times, and stops in front of an Orange Bust . . . . he fixes it with a steely gaze and solutes. It is good they got the rollers out of his hair first or he’d look fairly stupid.

Sec Pee speaks: We are gathered here on this Holy Occasion to give thanks to God and Jesus. Let all here bow their heads.

Gen. Dan (Raisin) Caine, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs: Sec Pee, I read in the Bible where we are supposed to welcome strangers and show them graciously into our land.

The assembled crowd hisses in horror.

Sec Pee: You must not have been reading from OUR Bible. Here, have this gold one.

Gen. Raisin flicks it open at random: Uh, Sec Pee, it sez here that we are to kill strangers, is that legal?

Sec Pee: If you cannot be prosecuted for it, you bet it is.

Gen. Raisin: Don’t they get upset?

Sec Pee: That’s why you have to kill them first. It all works out in the end, we are never prosecuted so it is okay in the eyes of the Lord.

God upstairs is aware of what is going on and getting increasingly agitated. He picks up iPhone and dials St. Peter.

St. Pete: (a-inka-dink, a-inko-doo) Yo, Einstein, what’cha got for me?

God: There is some weenie named Hegseth leading my people astray.

St. Pete: Oh, that goomer. So what?

God: Yeah, well he’s telling my people in a Prayer Seance to kill strangers, you gotta send Jesus down to fix up the mess.

St. Pete: Sigh. . . . if I can tear him away. Hey Jesus, Einstein says you have to rein in a Prayer Seance. . . . something about killing strangers.

Jesus: Goddamn it!! Stay put, ladies, and if I find one piece of clothing back on, I win.

St. Pete: I thought Einstein told you to stop playing strip poker with the nuns?

Jesus: Oh that?!? That was merely helpful guidance, it wasn’t like he demanded it upon pain of death. . . .at least I hope not. . . . not again, anyhow. . . .

Jesus pulls out magic wand and apparates down to the Prayer Seance. FOOM!! Jesus appears in their midst.

Jesus: Jesus Christ here, how y’all are? How come you are all on your knees. Get up!!

Sec Pee: is trembling to be in Jesus’ awful presence: J. . . .J. . . .Jes. . . .Blblblllbllll. . . .

Jesus: Get a grip doofus. What’s this shit about killing strangers? Did not you read what those guys wrote about me in the Bible?

Sec Pee: Uh, yeah, it said it was okay to kill if we did not know them or did not like them.

Jesus: Not like them? If you love your fellow man, how can you kill them?

The assembled faithful looked at each other quizzically, murmurs were heard, but not apologetic ones.

Sec Pee: We were only killing them for their own good. They are not like us.

Jesus: What? Stupid?

Sec Pee: No . . . .they are not of the same Kind as us (eyeing Jesus meaningfully).

Jesus: Incredibly stupid?

Sec Pee: They have brown skin, they are . . . . they are. . . . . Demons from Hell!!

BLAMMMMM. . . . Beelzebub blasts through the floor boards, eye a’glowing, flaming tail a’swishing, horns scraping the ceiling and scratching the tasteless gold leaf.

Beelz: Someone rang?

Sec Pee: bllbbllll. . . .blllbbbllle. . . . Mike Pence? What are YOU doing here?

Beelz: Goddamn It!! Can Pence do this?

Beelz takes his flaming tail and lashes Sec Pee across the buttocks with it.

Sec Pee (in sotto voce): Nooo. . . . not here!! Later. . . .later. . . .

Beelz: ?!?!

Jesus: Hey there, Beelz. How are they hanging?

Beelz: Like two yo-yos walking each other’s dog.

Jesus: Neato!

Beelz looks Sec Pee up and down with an expression of ordering a knish at an expensive deli and finding it stuffed with a hot dog: Say Jesus, who's this wiggler*?

Jesus: He's yours, Beelz. Sic him. He’s telling them it is okay to kill strangers in my name. C’mon, I gotta draw the line here.

Beelz. . . . now looking uncomfortable and fondling his wand to apparate the Hell out of there.

Jesus: Now I know what you are thinking. Stop thinking that. You need to go back with me, Beelz. We have to make reservations.

Sec Pee: Reservations? Uh, for what?

Jesus: Ummmmmm. . . .for your place in Eternity.

Sec Pee: Yowzah!! Hear that guys, they are finding us places in Eternity.

Jesus: Yerse, you can call it the Restaurant at the End of the Universe**.

Sec Pee: This gets better and better.

Jesus: You cannot kill people you love.

Sec Pee. . . . . starts to sweat, gets right nervous, even piddles a bit in his pants: Uh, stop killing people?

Jesus: Yep, if you love them, you cannot kill them.

Sec Pee: Oh, okay.

Beelz: Look it, times a’wasting.

Jesus and Beelzebub pull out magic wands and FOOM FOOM, Jesus and Beelzebub apparate to Heaven.

Beelz: Did not you let them off a bit easy?

Jesus: Not really, I did not tell them at WHICH End of the Universe they would be spending Eternity.

Beelz: You Devil, you!!

Jesus, now blushing furiously: I work like Einstein in mysterious ways.

Back on Earth, Sec Pee is still a bit nervous, but gradually regains his composure. The assembled men look fearfully about them. . . .

Sec Pee: Gentlemen, relax. What he meant was, we can still kill people as long as we do not love them.

Gen. Raisin: Wow!! This is great!! We can kill anyone!!!

* Ray Stantz on seeing Janosz Poha
** Thanks to Douglas Adams