Compare Claude 3 Haiku by Anthropic against OpenAI Codex Mini by OpenAI, context windows of 200K vs 200K, tested across 9 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
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Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Here are 5 jokes:
Why can't a bicycle stand up on its own? It's two-tired!
Why do cows wear bells? Their horns don't work!
Why can't a bike stand up by itself? It's two-tired!
Why do cows wear tags? Because their horns don't work!
Why do cows have hooves? Because they lactose!
Out of these 5 jokes, only 4 are unique. The first and third jokes are the same, just with a slight variation in wording.
Sure—here are five jokes:
All five are distinct. Number of unique jokes: 5.
Tests an AI's ability to generate vector graphics
Tests an AI's ability to create detailed SVG illustrations of gaming hardware
Tests an AI's humor and creative writing ability
Here's a 3-minute stand-up comedy routine that isn't based on puns:
clears throat and steps up to the mic
Good evening, everyone! It's great to be here with all of you tonight. As you can probably tell, I'm not your typical stand-up comedian. I don't rely on cheap puns or wordplay to get laughs. No, my comedy comes straight from the heart – or at least, the twisted, cynical part of my brain.
You see, I've always been a bit of an outsider. Growing up, I never quite fit in with the cool kids or the jocks. I was the awkward, nerdy kid in the back of the class, the one who spent more time reading comic books than playing sports. And you know what? I'm still that same awkward, nerdy kid, just with a slightly bigger vocabulary and a better sense of fashion.
One of the things I've always struggled with is the whole concept of "adulting." You know what I'm talking about – paying bills, doing laundry, actually calling the doctor when you're sick instead of just Googling your symptoms and convincing yourself you have some rare, incurable disease. It's a lot of work, and quite frankly, I'm not a big fan.
Just the other day, I tried to "adult" by going grocery shopping. Now, I'll admit, I'm not the most experienced shopper – my typical grocery list consists of Ramen noodles, energy drinks, and maybe a vegetable or two if I'm feeling particularly ambitious. But this time, I decided to branch out. I wanted to cook a real, adult meal. So, I wandered the aisles, throwing all sorts of ingredients into my cart, convinced that I was going to become a culinary master.
Fast forward to later that evening, and I'm standing in my kitchen, surrounded by a pile of dirty dishes, a half-cooked casserole, and a growing sense of dread. Turns out, "adulting" is a lot harder than I thought. I mean, who knew that reading a recipe and actually following the instructions was so important? Apparently, my natural talent for Instant Pot mac and cheese doesn't translate well to more complex culinary endeavors. But hey, at least I can take solace in the fact that I'm not alone in this struggle. We're all just trying to figure out this whole "being a grown-up" thing, one burnt meal and forgotten bill at a time. And you know what? That's okay. Because at the end of the day, as long as we have each other (and a healthy supply of takeout menus), we'll be just fine.
Thank you all, and goodnight!
takes a bow and exits the stage
[Comedian walks onstage]
Hey, everyone! Great to see you all tonight. I'm Jamie—if you thought that intro was enthusiastic, you should've seen me when I realized this place has Wi-Fi.
Seriously, though, I love stand-up. For one thing, I get to share all the weird stuff I secretly do in my apartment… and instead of calling the cops, you guys just laugh. That's high-quality entertainment right there.
So, the other day I'm in the self-checkout lane at the grocery store—because I'm the kind of person who's thrilled by the thought of scanning my own kale. Of course, there's always that one person holding up everyone behind them because they can't figure out how to scan a cucumber. Meanwhile, the machine flashes: "UNEXPECTED ITEM IN BAGGING AREA." It's staring at me like it's personally offended that I tried to buy almonds in instead of potato chips. I'm over here trying to reason with it:
"Look, buddy, I'm just trying to eat slightly healthier. Isn't that what we all want?"
Then it asks me, "Do you want a produce discount?" The only discount I want is one that lets me leave this line five minutes ago. I press "No," and the machine glares at me with a red light and calls for help like I'm smuggling avocados under my shirt.
My phone has ruined me. I can't have any thought longer than three seconds without Instagram interrupting me. I'll be in the shower—fresh shampoo, head full of suds—and in my brain:
"Did my neighbor's cat post another selfie? I need to check."
Fifteen minutes later I'm drying off, scrolling through cats wearing sweaters. Why are cats always more photogenic than me? They don't even try. They're just like, "You feed me, you click 'Like.'" I wish I could have a boundary like that—"Hey, you gave me pizza once; you can go ahead and like my vacation photos."
Anyone here stuck in a group chat you can't escape? There's always that one friend who forwards the exact same video one hundred times, and everybody else thinks it's the highlight of their week. I just mute my phone like it's an ex sending memes at 2 a.m. Then I wake up at dawn, bleary-eyed, thinking, "What did I miss?" I open my phone—and it's Bob celebrating his new air-fryer chicken recipe for the fifth time. Meanwhile, I burned my eggs so badly this morning that my smoke alarm filed a restraining order against me.
I decided to get in shape. I downloaded one of those workout apps promising "six-pack abs in six weeks." After day one, I collected six new excuses why I can't work out:
Yesterday I finally ran so hard I passed out. When I came to, my neighbor was standing over me yelling, "You know you're not supposed to lean on lampposts, right?" I told him, "As soon as lampposts start offering aerodynamic support, I'll consider trusting them."
Alright, folks, that's my time. If you ever feel judged by a machine or betrayed by a group chat, come find me—I'll be the one in the self-checkout line, trying to convince a barcode scanner that kale is, in fact, a food. Thanks so much—you've been awesome!
Recreate an interactive, nostalgic Pokémon battle UI in a single HTML file.
Tests an AI's ability to create a detailed world map in SVG format
Generate a single-page, self-contained HTML webapp using Tailwind CSS for a randomly chosen category/industry/niche.
Generate SVG art of a randomly chosen animal in a setting of its choosing.
Recreate a classic, retro, macOS Desktop UI. Make it interactive and nostalgic, make it as interactive as you can, you can be creative. Feel free to showcase your skills. The entire application must be a single-page self-contained HTML file.
