GPT-5.1 vs QwQ 32B
Compare GPT-5.1 by OpenAI against QwQ 32B by Qwen, context windows of 400K vs 40K, tested across 15 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
Compare GPT-5.1 by OpenAI against QwQ 32B by Qwen, context windows of 400K 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
Each brother has 2 sisters. One of them is Sally herself, so there must be exactly one other girl.
So Sally has 1 sister.
Answer: Sally has \boxed{1} sister.
Tests an AI's humor and creative writing ability
So I’m trying to be a better person, which in 2025 just means I bought a water bottle the size of a toddler. That’s the whole self-improvement plan. It’s not therapy, it’s not reading books. It’s, “If I drink 3 of these, I’m emotionally stable.”
I walk around with this thing like I’m on a hike… in my own apartment. I can’t even sit on the couch without planning a route. I’m like, “Okay, I’ll leave the kitchen at 0900, hit the couch by 0903, water check at 0915, bathroom at 0920, we move as a team, people.”
And every bottle has those inspirational markings on the side now: “9 AM: You’ve got this!” “11 AM: Keep going!” “1 PM: Almost there!” By 3 PM I’m like, “I have done nothing today… except pee 19 times. This bottle is my only coworker. And it’s passive-aggressive.”
I miss when water was just… around. You were thirsty, you drank from a sink like a raccoon. Now if I drink from a faucet people look at me like I just licked a subway pole. “Are you okay? Do you need help? Blink twice if you need a reusable straw.”
I’m also trying to be “mindful.” That’s the new thing. Every app wants you to breathe. I open my phone: notifications, emails, one app’s like, “Have you taken 10 deep breaths today?” I’m like, “No, I’ve been holding my breath since 2016.”
So I downloaded a meditation app. It has this calm voice like, “Notice your thoughts… and let them go.” But my thoughts are like, “Did you pay your taxes? Did you hit reply all? Is your boss mad?” And the app’s like, “Let them float away like clouds.” I’m like, “No, these are thunderstorms. These thoughts have property damage.”
And the app gives me streaks. “You’ve meditated for 3 days in a row!” No I haven’t, I just opened the app and panicked. That shouldn’t count. That’s like saying, “You’ve gone to the gym 5 days in a row!” No, I drove past it in traffic and remembered I’m weak.
Speaking of gyms, why is every gym either a nightclub or a warehouse? It’s either purple lights, DJ in the corner, everyone looks like an action figure… or it’s some cross-training dungeon where tires hang from the ceiling and someone’s flipping a tractor in the background.
I just want a normal place where I can lift something light, breathe loudly, and not be judged by a 19-year-old trainer named Brayden whose entire job is to yell “Let’s go!” while never sweating. He’s walking around in a tank top like a motivational seagull. “Let’s go! One more! You got this!” Sir, you are holding a clipboard. You have not “got” anything.
Even grocery shopping is intense now. There’s a self-checkout, a regular checkout, a fifteen-items-or-less lane, a “drive up” lane, and then the lane for people who remembered their reusable bags and their morals. I always end up in the wrong one. I’ll stand in self-checkout with 40 items, trying to scan broccoli like it’s a DVD.
The machine is never chill. It’s always yelling, “Unknown item in bagging area!” It’s broccoli. It’s the most known item in the bagging area. Meanwhile, the human cashier is just watching, like, “You chose this, champ. You wanted to live in the future.”
Anyway, I gotta go drink three more gallons of water, breathe on purpose, pretend driving past the gym is exercise, and argue with a robot about produce. I think I’m nailing adulthood.
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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