Compare Claude Sonnet 4.5 by Anthropic against Qwen: Qwen3.5 35B A3B by Qwen, context windows of 200K vs 262K, tested across 42 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
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Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Why don't scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything!
I told my wife she was drawing her eyebrows too high. She looked surprised.
Why did the scarecrow win an award? He was outstanding in his field.
I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. It's impossible to put down.
Why don't eggs tell jokes? They'd crack each other up.
Answer: All 5 jokes are unique. Each one has a different setup and punchline, covering different topics (atoms, eyebrows, scarecrows, gravity, and eggs).
Here are 5 jokes:
How many are unique? All 5 are unique.
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
[Walking on stage]
So I turned 35 last month, and I've realized something important: adulting is a scam. It's a pyramid scheme, and our parents are the ones who recruited us.
You know what nobody tells you about being an adult? How much TIME you spend just... waiting for repair people. I've spent more hours of my life waiting for the cable guy than I spent getting my college degree. And it's always a "window" – they'll be there between 8 AM and 4 PM. Oh great, thanks! I'll just put my entire life on hold. That's only eight hours. That's just a full work day of staring out my window like a dog whose owner left for groceries.
[pause]
And they NEVER come at the beginning of the window. Never. You KNOW they're coming at 3:58 PM. But can you leave? No! Because the ONE time you go to the bathroom, that's when they'll knock, wait 0.3 seconds, slap a "Sorry we missed you" sticker on your door, and vanish like a ninja.
[gesturing]
Speaking of things nobody prepared us for – does anyone else feel personally attacked by how often you have to buy toilet paper? I swear I just bought toilet paper. Where does it GO? I live alone! I'm not eating it! But every week I'm at Costco, loading up another 48-roll pack like I'm prepping for the apocalypse. And you can't just buy a LITTLE toilet paper. That's not an option society gives you. It's either 48 rolls or one sad single roll at a gas station that costs $7 and feels like sandpaper.
[shaking head]
But here's what really gets me about being an adult: insurance. Home insurance, car insurance, health insurance, life insurance, phone insurance, TRAVEL insurance. At what point did we all just accept that we're living in a protection racket?
I got a letter from my health insurance last week – you know those ones that say "This is not a bill"? Yeah, those. Why do they send those?! It's just a letter to give me a heart attack, which I then can't afford to treat because of my deductible. It says, "We paid $340 for your recent doctor's visit." My doctor's visit was 11 minutes long. I've had meaningful relationships that lasted shorter than that, but at least they didn't cost $340.
[mimicking reading]
And it's always in that confusing insurance language: "Amount charged: $1,200. Negotiated rate: $340. You owe: $150. Amount we paid: $190. Good luck understanding any of this: priceless."
[shifting topics]
You know what else is a scam? Recipes online. You can't just GET a recipe anymore. Oh no. You have to scroll through someone's entire life story first.
[mimicking typing and scrolling]
"How to Make Toast. Well, let me tell you about the first time I had toast. It was a crisp autumn morning in Tuscany, 1987. My grandmother, who was one-quarter Italian and three-quarters passive-aggressive, used to say..."
JUST TELL ME HOW LONG TO PUT THE BREAD IN THE TOASTER, JENNIFER.
[building up]
There's 47 photos of the same piece of toast from different angles. Toast at sunrise. Toast with a rustic napkin. Toast held by someone's hand with perfect nails. It's TOAST! You put bread in a toaster! This doesn't require a documentary!
[calming down]
But the real sign I've become an adult? I get excited about kitchen appliances now. I bought a new sponge last week, and I was GENUINELY thrilled about it. I called my friend. "Dude, this sponge has a scrubby side AND a soft side!"
Twenty years ago I was sneaking into clubs with a fake ID. Now I'm bragging about sponge technology.
[reflective]
My parents always said, "Just wait until you're an adult, you can do whatever you want!" You know what I do with my freedom? I eat cereal for dinner and feel guilty about it. That's my rebellion now. Sometimes I have ice cream before the cereal, and I feel like I'm getting away with murder.
[final thought]
But I guess that's being an adult. It's just being tired all the time, waiting for repair people, buying toilet paper in bulk, and getting excited about organizational containers from Target.
The dream is dead, folks. But hey – at least we can have ice cream for dinner.
[wave and exit]
Thank you, you've been a wonderful audience! Good night!
(Walks to the mic, adjusts the stand, looks around the room)
So, I went to the grocery store yesterday. You know the drill. You walk in, you see the self-checkout lanes. And you think, "Oh, this is going to be efficient. I'm going to scan my own stuff. I'm going to be my own cashier. I'm going to be the boss."
And then the machine looks at you like it's the warden and you're the inmate.
I put my groceries on the belt. One bag of apples. A loaf of bread. A bottle of ketchup. That's it. I hit the "Start" button. It beeps. I pick up the apples. I put them in the bag. I put the bread in. I put the ketchup in.
Then it stops.
A voice comes out of the speaker. It's a really pleasant, synthetic voice. It says, "Unexpected item in bagging area."
I stand there. I look at the scale. I look at the bag. I look at the camera. I say, "There is no unexpected item. I just put a bag of apples in a bag."
The machine doesn't care. The machine is offended. It starts flashing a red light. It's like, "I know what you did. I know you're trying to cheat me."
So, you have to call an employee. You press the button. And you wait.
You wait. You stare at the screen. The screen is just a picture of a smiling lady holding a basket of vegetables. She looks very happy to be working there. She knows something you don't. She knows that you are not going to get out of this store in five minutes.
Finally, a person walks over. They don't look at you. They look at the machine. They look at the bag. They say, "Did you put the bag of apples in the bag?"
I say, "Yes."
They say, "Okay."
They press a button on their keypad. The machine beeps. The light turns green. I can leave.
I walk out to the car, and I realize something. We aren't the customers anymore. We are the unpaid labor force. We are the ones training the robot. Every time I put an apple in the bag, I'm telling the computer, "Yes, apples go in bags. Yes, bread goes in bags."
And the computer is learning faster than I am.
I got in my car. I drove home. I put my groceries in the fridge. I sat down on the couch. I realized I was tired. Not because I walked. Not because I carried the bags. But because I had to prove to a plastic box that I was capable of following the rules.
And the worst part? I'm going back tomorrow. Because I don't want to wait in line. I just want to get the ketchup.
(Shrugs)
I'm just going to pay the tax on my own dignity.
(Walks off stage)
Tests an AI's ability to write in distinct character voices
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