Claude Sonnet 3.6 (2022-10-22) vs QwQ 32B
Compare Claude Sonnet 3.6 (2022-10-22) by Anthropic against QwQ 32B by Qwen, context windows of 200K vs 40K, tested across 15 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
Compare Claude Sonnet 3.6 (2022-10-22) by Anthropic against QwQ 32B by Qwen, context windows of 200K vs 40K, tested across 15 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
10 challenges
Tests an AI's ability to understand game rules and strategy
Tests an AI's ability to solve a simple but potentially confusing logic puzzle
Let me help solve this word problem step by step.
Let's break it down:
The key insight here is that if each brother has 2 sisters, and we know Sally is one of those sisters, then all brothers must share the same sisters.
Since each brother has 2 sisters total, and we know Sally is one of them, there must be one other sister.
Therefore, Sally has 1 sister.
To verify:
The answer is 1 sister.
Answer: Sally has \boxed{1} sister.
Tests an AI's humor and creative writing ability
Here's a 3-minute stand-up routine:
Hey everyone! You know what's weird? How we all pretend we know what we're doing as adults. Like, I was at the grocery store the other day, standing in the produce section, just staring at avocados like I have any idea how to tell if they're ripe. Everyone does this little ritual where they squeeze them gently, nod thoughtfully, like "Ah yes, this one's telling me secrets." But we're all just guessing! I've bought exactly two types of avocados in my life: rocks and brown mush. There's no in-between.
And don't get me started on buying wine. I love watching people in wine shops, especially the ones trying to look sophisticated. They'll pick up a bottle, examine the label like they're solving a murder mystery. "Hmm, yes, notes of oak and... [squints at label] ...Mendoza region..." Meanwhile, my entire wine selection process is: "Ooh, pretty label! And it's on sale!" I once bought a wine because it had a cute dog on the label. Turned out to be terrible, but you know what? I deserved that. That's what I get for trusting a marketing team that thought, "You know what sells wine? Golden retrievers."
Speaking of pretending to be adults, can we talk about office small talk? Every Monday morning, it's the same conversation. "How was your weekend?" "Good, yours?" "Good." That's it. That's the whole thing. We're all living the same lie. Nobody's weekend was just "good." It was either "I binged an entire series in my pajamas and now I'm questioning all my life choices" or "I tried to assemble IKEA furniture and almost ended my marriage." But no, we stick to "good." Because Karen from accounting doesn't need to know that you spent Sunday googling "why does my houseplant hate me?"
And don't even get me started on trying to schedule anything with friends once you're over 30. It's like trying to coordinate a military operation. You send out a group text suggesting dinner, and suddenly everyone's checking three different calendars. "Let me see... I can do the third Thursday of next month, between 6:43 and 8:17 PM, but only if Mercury isn't in retrograde and my dog's yoga class gets cancelled." Remember when we were younger and could just say "Want to hang out?" and it would just... happen? Now I have to file a request in triplicate just to get coffee with someone.
But hey, at least we're all in this together, pretending we've got it figured out. And if anyone tells you they actually do have it figured out, they're either lying or they're trying to sell you something. Probably both.
Thank you, you've been great!
3-Minute Stand-Up Comedy Routine (No Puns!)
Eric's Stage Entrance:
(Wearing a jersey-sweatshirt combo while clutching a cup of instant coffee)
Opening:
Alright, admit it—ever tried talking to tech support in Hindi? I did, once. The woman on the line asked, "What's the issue, sir?" I said, "The line is delayed, like a stalker of my call waiting." She said, "Mr. Burrows, hold while I transfer you…" and then conjugated every form of the verb "wait" in Hindi. I was still waiting when I sold my router on eBay.
Dating Apps:
Speaking of waiting, dates now start on apps where, "We found you!" like we're shoppers at a lost dog shelter. And honestly, relax. No entitlement to happiness through an algorithm. But then DMs hit… "Greetings, my name is Ronaldo. Passport, job, Tinder premium." Not even a "Hi, how're you?"—starts with his résumé. Talk about overqualified.
Parenting Moment:
Kids are philosophers now. My niece asked me once, "Why do grown-ups say 'Put that down,' but then say 'Look at this magazine?'" And I was like, "Ah, adult hypocrisy is complicated." She responded, "Oh, so it's okay if I copy Dad's TikTok swiping?" Uh-oh, frickin' Nietzsche in a dinosaur onesie.
Post-Workout Hustle:
Ever seen the new "plank squad" at your gym? These are people who do planks so hard they forget to lift their faces… and accidentally their dry-erase boards read, "Meet the Joneses—Zoom backdrop only." Meanwhile, some plank in sweatsuits go drive-thru, order coffee, and bark, "I'll take a 32 oz Almighty Latte… and a quarter of a kale salad as a 'therapeutic exchange,' thanks!"
Grocery Horror:
Self-checkouts are the new therapists. You do this inventory: "Was this taxed? Does the receipt deserve a trophy? Do I feel accomplished?" And then some Karen's like, "Oh no, it won't scan! Maybe… pray to the iPhone gods?" Suddenly, you're narrating the bagging process like a 90s MTV vlogger: "Okay, let's nestle the constrictions—uh, cucumbers—gently in the basket. Let me just add drama to my leftovers."
Dining Delight:
Restaurants now train waiters to yell, "Who's with this lookin'-like-a-corpse patient?! Suppaaa, losers! Time to share tables!" So you're sipping your $12 kale smoothie next to someone whose meatloaf got a restraining order. I bet 90% of conversations start, "Welp, our life choices led us here." Dinner now feels like a support group for people who hate napkins.
Closing with a Callback:
And the kicker? Just came back from my parent's Thanksgiving—Mom's like, "Why're you here, Eric? The mailman had issues with my candles." Dad? Mute in a headset, screaming at a chat monitor screen. I popped in, said, "Relax, you've survived Christmas on diet meds before." Dad: "Wait, we did the drugs?" Mom: "You're grounded, Eric." (Pause) Okay, thanks, everybody. If you liked it… keep it open. If not… plank it.
(Emergency water chug and exit while holding a crumpled receipt like a trophy.)
This routine cycles through relatable scenarios, uses character-driven humor, and leans on absurd situations to land laughs withoutwordplay. Timing and facial expressions during the parentheticals would add extra punch!
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