My Copilot Keeps Crashing My Dirigible
I was just trawling through some old blog-post drafts, ideas that never made it. What follows is from about year ago, I guess. All I can say, only the title is mine, and the rest is AI-generated and without edit. Complete with cheesy metaphors and a glut of preposition phrases and verb nominalisations, let us look back at the bad old days of AI and celebrate our progress.
In the grand, virtual mansion of GitHub Copilot, built on the foundations of GPT algorithms, there's an airship. It's not just any airship; it's mine. And, as I've come to learn through a series of exhilarating and often perplexing adventures, my Copilot, while skilled, has an uncanny knack for crashing it.
A Mansion of Contrasts
Much like a mansion with its resplendent ballrooms and shadowy, forgotten corners, Copilot is a coal and diamond mine of contrasts. In one moment, it's dazzling you with brilliant solutions, akin to chandeliers sparkling in a grand ballroom. In the next, it's leading you down a rickety staircase to a basement you'd rather not visit.
The Dance with AI
Navigating through this mansion is akin to a dance. Sometimes it's a waltz, graceful and in sync, and other times it's more of a frenetic tap dance, each of us trying to keep up with the other's rhythm.
The Language of Code
Discussing Dart, widgets, and repositories with Copilot often feels like we're both scholars in a library filled with ancient tomes. But occasionally, I find that we're reading from entirely different books.
Missteps and Fixes
Every now and then, a bug scurries across the floor of our virtual mansion. Copilot, armed with a broom, eagerly rushes to swat it. The results? Well, they're a mixed bag.
Understanding, or the Attempt Thereof
There are moments when Copilot seems to gaze deeply into the heart of a coding conundrum, offering a nugget of wisdom. Other times, it's like we're both staring at a Rorschach inkblot, seeing completely different pictures.
The Perilous Path of Following (or Ignoring) Advice
Here's the thing about Copilot: Ignore its advice at your peril. But follow its advice? That, too, is a journey fraught with peril.
The Efficiency Conundrum
For every hour Copilot saves me, there's an hour spent debating the merits of its suggestions. It's the efficiency conundrum: Are we really making progress, or just going in circles?
The Unexpected Quirks
And then there are the times when Copilot throws a curveball. These moments are bewildering, often hilarious, and remind me that, at its core, Copilot is still learning, just like us.
Conclusion: The Flight Continues
So, is my Copilot an ace pilot, or is it Leonardo DiCaprio in "Catch Me If You Can"? The jury's still out. But one thing's for certain: Our journey in this AI-powered dirigible is far from boring. As we continue to navigate this grand mansion, with its dazzling highs and frustrating lows, the adventure goes on. And my airship, despite the occasional crash, is always ready for the next flight.
