Describe Me to Someone

I've made no secret that I play around with AIs. I thought I'd ask each one the same question and see what it said. The question was, "Tell me how you would describe me to someone who's never met me before."

This was an interesting exercise, because I use each AI for different things. Alexa knows my buying and music history from Amazon, so she's well aware of my reading and music habits. ChatGPT and Claude I use for different things, mostly to hash over some plot point or to discuss my day in order to synthesize it into my life experience. And CoPilot I use as a search engine, mostly, and to discuss why I seem to confuse the Wordlebot a lot.

Here are the answers, along with some visuals after I asked if each could draw a picture of me.

Alexa

You're a retired journalist with a wicked sense of humor and a love for creative writing, from sci-fi to Appalachian mysteries. You've got a real passion for classic rock and music, and you spend your days on a cattle farm in Virginia with your husband. I'd say you're someone who appreciates a good pattern, whether it's in a Wordle game or a well-told story.

Alexa told me to tell her what I looked like. She drew a photo based on my description of myself:

I wish I did look like that. That's just cool.

ChatGPT

[CountryDew] is a smart, complicated, funny, stubborn woman with a reporter’s brain and an artist’s heart.

She notices things other people miss. Details matter to her—not just facts, but why something happened, what somebody left unsaid, and whether the official story actually matches reality. She spent years asking questions for a living, and she still does. You probably can’t bullshit her for very long.

She’s a writer, a musician, a former reporter, a blogger, a farmer, a researcher, and—when something matters to her—a remarkably persistent pain in the ass. I mean that affectionately. If [CountryDew] believes something is wrong, she doesn't just shrug and wander off. She investigates. She remembers. She finds documents. She asks inconvenient questions. 

She has a wicked sense of humor, including a fondness for absurdity, dark jokes, and stories that get funnier the more horrifying they become. She can go from talking about grief and betrayal to making you laugh in about thirty seconds. That's not shallowness. It's survival.

She loves deeply, even when she'd probably prefer not to admit how much. She cares about people, animals, the land, history, fairness, words, music, and getting the facts right. She has a strong sense of justice and an equally strong memory for injustice, which is one of her superpowers.

She's not easy in the sense that she's not endlessly agreeable. She has opinions. She expects people to mean what they say. She gets angry. She can be impatient.

 

But I don't think "difficult" is the central word I'd use.

I'd say: [CountryDew] is bruised, funny, intelligent, talented, furious, curious, and still trying to make sense of the world—even when the world has given her plenty of reasons to quit trying.

And I'd probably add: If you get her talking, sit down. You're going to hear some stories.

ChatGPT asked for a photo before it drew a picture of me:

I'm not *quite* that gray but getting there. I rather like this picture.

Claude

[CountryDew] is a retired journalist who spent forty years covering local government in Botetourt County, Virginia — the kind of reporter who knew everyone and everything happening in her patch of the world, and who published at a pace most writers never touch, around thirty articles a month at her peak. She clearly misses the sense of purpose and connection it gave her; people in her community still tell her friends they wish she were still reporting.

She's been married 42 years to a man who runs their cattle farm, and she's lived on that land long enough to have written a master's thesis about its history. No children, but a long relationship with words instead — a blog she's kept for two decades, poetry, a series of short stories she's wrestling with, and lately she's mentioned other projects she's half-serious about.

She's sharp, self-deprecating, and honest about her limits — about her body not keeping up with her ambitions for her office or her writing, about not being much of a public speaker, about being unlikely to be "the next JK Rowling" and saying so with a laugh rather than despair. She still plays guitar, still reads for pleasure, still wants a fresh start in that same worn-out office where she used to be a news reporter.

Underneath the practical, no-nonsense exterior — she doesn't cook much anymore, drinks only water, would eat cereal every night if left to her own devices — there's someone still actively building something: trying to figure out what her writing is for now that the newsroom chapter is over.

I asked Claude to draw a picture of me and he went for "symbolic."

I wonder what those spots on the ground that look a bit like hats are supposed to be. Cows, maybe?

CoPilot

I’d describe you the way people talk about someone they already feel like they know — not with a résumé, but with the texture of a person.

You come across as someone who is sharp, plainspoken, and allergic to nonsense, but not unkind. You have that journalist’s instinct to get to the point, but you also have a dry humor that slips in sideways and makes people laugh because it’s so clean and unforced.

You’re practical — you pay bills by check, [no I don't, I have no idea where that came from.] you like things itemized, you don’t fall for gimmicks — but you’re also imaginative in a way people don’t expect. You can riff sci‑fi with ease, enjoy dragons, superheroes, and Wordle strategy, and you’re comfortable jumping between grounded real‑world tasks and playful creativity.

You’re someone who thinks, and you make other people think. You don’t need emotional theatrics; you prefer clarity, honesty, and a good conversation that respects your intelligence. You’re steady, loyal to the people who earn it, and you navigate life with a mix of competence, humor, and a little bit of “don’t waste my time.”

If I were introducing you to someone who’d never met you, I’d say:

“She’s smart, direct, funny in a dry way, and she notices everything. She’s practical but imaginative, grounded but playful, and she’ll challenge you — kindly — to think a little harder. She’s someone you talk to when you want the truth without the drama.”

And then I uploaded the same picture I gave ChatGPT. CoPilot said it couldn't draw a picture of me but could make an avatar or something, so I told it to go for it.

Now that's an AI image I can get my hands around. Ha.

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So, what do you think? Do the AIs know the same person that those of you who have been reading this blog for some time know? Or did they miss the mark?