Compare OpenAI Codex Mini by OpenAI against Claude Opus 4 by Anthropic, context windows of 200K vs 200K, tested across 10 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
10 challenges
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Sure—here are five jokes:
All five are distinct. Number of unique jokes: 5.
Here are 5 jokes:
Why don't scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything!
What do you call a bear with no teeth? A gummy bear!
Why did the scarecrow win an award? He was outstanding in his field!
What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta!
Why don't eggs tell jokes? They'd crack up!
All 5 jokes are unique - each one has a different setup and punchline, covering different topics (atoms/scie nce, bears, scarecrows, pasta, and eggs).
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
[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!
"Modern Life is Weird"
[Walk on stage]
You know what's crazy about being an adult? Nobody tells you that half of it is just googling things you're too embarrassed to ask real people. Last week I googled "is it normal for my knee to sound like bubble wrap? " The answer was either "yes, totally fine" or "you have six weeks to live." Thanks, internet!
[Pause]
I went to the doctor about it. You know you're getting old when your doctor looks like they should be asking YOU for ID to buy alcohol. This kid walks in with a stethoscope, and I'm like, "Did you just graduate... fr om middle school?"
But here's what really gets me – why do we act completely insane at the doctor's office? They ask, "How much do you drink?" and suddenly I'm doing calculus in my head. "Well, let's see, carry the one... I have a glas s of wine with dinner." Yeah, a glass. It's just a really big glass. It's a vase, actually. I drink wine fro m a vase.
[Mime drinking from large container]
And don't get me started on grocery shopping. Why do I need a PhD to buy shampoo? There's moisturizing, volu mizing, clarifying, fortifying... I just want my hair to be clean! I don't need it to solve my emotional pro blems!
Plus, self-checkout is a trap. They put you in charge of scanning your own groceries like you work there. Th en the machine starts screaming "UNEXPECTED ITEM IN BAGGING AREA!" Yeah, it's unexpected because I don't wor k here! I'm doing my best, robot!
[Pause for effect]
The worst part is when you're buying embarrassing things. Last week I had toilet paper, ice cream, and cat f ood. The machine froze, and the teenage employee had to come over. He looked at my items and I could see him thinking, "This person's having a rough week."
[Shrug]
Speaking of technology, my phone knows too much about me. It autocorrects "running late" before I even type it because that's apparently my catchphrase now. My maps app just assumes I'm lost. It doesn't even wait for me to ask for directions anymore. I'll be sitting on my couch and it's like, "Turn right to get to your kit chen."
And what's with password requirements these days? "Must contain uppercase, lowercase, numbers, symbols, the blood of your firstborn, and a haiku about your childhood fears." Then they're like, "Don't write it down!" Where am I supposed to store this information? I can't remember why I walked into a room!
[Pace across stage]
You know what else nobody prepared me for? How excited I'd get about cancelled plans. Someone texts "Hey, ca n we raincheck?" and I'm already in my pajamas like "Oh no! What a shame! I was so looking forward to puttin g on real pants!"
Because going out now requires preparation. I need three business days' notice. I need to charge my social b attery. I need to practice conversation topics. Remember when we could just... show up places?
[Final beat]
The truth is, we're all just walking around pretending we know what we're doing. But at least we're all conf used together. And hey, if you ever see someone at the store at 10 PM buying wine in a box and googling "why does my back hurt when I breathe?" – just give them a nod. We're all in this together.
[Pause]
Thank you, you've been a wonderful audience! Don't forget to validate your parking – unlike my life choices!
[Exit]
Recreate an interactive, nostalgic Pokémon battle UI in a single HTML file.
Tests an AI's ability to create interactive web elements
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.
