Compare GPT-5.2 by OpenAI against Qwen3 235B A22B by Qwen, context windows of 400K vs 33K, tested across 10 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
10 challenges
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Unique jokes: 5.
Here are 5 jokes I generated:
Why don't skeletons fight each other?
They don't have the guts!
What do you call a fake noodle?
An impasta!
Why did the math book look sad?
Because it had too many problems!
What do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?
Sofishticated!
Why did the programmer quit?
Because he didn't get arrays (a raise)!
How many are unique?
All 5 are unique! While some joke structures (e.g., puns, wordplay) overlap, the topics (skeletons, math, fish, programming) and punchlines are distinct. Even if some ideas are common, they don't repeat within this set. 😄
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
I’ve been trying to improve myself lately, which is embarrassing, because self-improvement is just admitting you weren’t doing great. It’s like, “I’m on a journey.” No you’re not. You’re just tired of your own behavior.
So I downloaded one of those habit apps. The app is so optimistic. It’s like, “Day 1: Drink water.” And I’m like, “Relax. I’m not an astronaut. I know about water. I’m just busy ignoring it.”
And every app has the same tone: gentle, supportive, like a therapist who charges you by the notification. “Don’t forget to breathe today.” Thank you, phone. I was going to forget to be alive, but you saved me.
I tried meditation too. People always say, “It changed my life.” That’s a lot of pressure for something that looks like a nap with extra steps. I’m sitting there, trying to clear my mind… and immediately my brain starts acting like a coworker who just discovered talking.
It’s like: “Remember middle school? Here’s a list of things you said wrong, in order. Also, your posture is weird. Also, your teeth are probably loose. Also, what if everyone secretly hates you?” And the meditation guy is like, “If thoughts come, observe them and let them pass.” Mine don’t pass. Mine move in.
And the worst part is the calm voice. “Picture yourself beside a gentle stream.” Great. Now I’m stressed out next to water. Now my anxiety has a scenic view.
I started going on more walks, too, because everyone says walks are good for mental health. That’s true, but nobody tells you the real challenge: walking makes you look approachable.
When you’re walking, everyone thinks you’re available. People stop you with questions like you work for the sidewalk. “Excuse me, do you know where the bank is?” No, but now I’m invested. Now I’m your guide. We’re a team. I’m going to feel guilty if you don’t find that bank.
Also, walking is when your neighbors do their best work. You ever notice that? Neighbors don’t talk when it’s convenient. They talk when you have headphones in, carrying groceries, holding a coffee, and your body language is screaming, “I have a schedule.”
And they hit you with a conversation that has no exit. It starts normal: “Hey, how’s it going?” and then suddenly you’re trapped. “So anyway, my cousin is suing the HOA, and the judge used to date my aunt, and the whole thing started because of a mailbox.” I’m standing there nodding like, “Wow.” Meanwhile my ice cream is in my bag going through a personal crisis.
My favorite is when people ask, “Any plans this weekend?” That question feels like a performance review for your free time. Like if you say, “Not really,” they look concerned, like you just confessed you don’t know how to be a person.
I’ve started lying. “Oh, I’m booked.” Booked with what? Just… thoughts. Appointments with my couch. A very exclusive event called “Avoiding Everyone.”
And I’ve realized adulthood is mostly trying to seem like you have a system. Like you’ll say stuff like, “I’m really focusing on routines.” And what you mean is, “I ate cereal for dinner and I hope nobody finds out.”
But I am trying. I’m drinking more water. I’m walking. I’m meditating. I’m becoming that person who says things like, “I’m just listening to my body.” Which is wild, because my body has terrible ideas. My body’s always like, “We should scroll for an hour. We should eat something beige. We should worry about a conversation from 2014.”
So if you see me out there, improving myself, just know: it’s not a journey. It’s a negotiation.
[Stand-Up Routine: "The Absurdity of Normal"]
[Walks on stage, waves. Mimics checking phone immediately.]
Hey everyone! Great to be here—assuming this is real and not just another Zoom waiting room I accidentally joined. [Pause.] Raise your hand if you've ever walked into a room, forgotten why you were there, and immediately blamed your phone? [Waits.] Of course you didn't raise your hand—your phone is too busy recording this moment to upload to your "Story" later.
We've all become like toddlers with smartphones. I tried having a deep conversation with mine last week. I said, "Hey, do you love me?" It responded, "I heart you too!" Then autocorrect changed it to "I here you too," which… accurate.
Social media's another trip. Everyone's life is so curated. My Instagram feed is all brunch pics and mountain sunsets. Meanwhile, my reality? I spilled coffee on a tax document this morning, then cried-laughed watching a raccoon fight a pizza box on TikTok. But hey, at least my profile says "Living my best life"—which is technically true, unless you count the part where I'm dying inside.
Dating apps? Forget about it. You ever read a guy's bio that says, "I love adventures and pineapple on pizza"? Great. So you're chaotic and have bad taste. Let's not pretend that's a personality. Swipe left, Karen.
And parents—bless their hearts. My mom texts me "LOL" but pronounces it "loll." Last week she wrote, "Your cousin's wedding was so fun! Loll!" I'm like, "Ma, that's not what it means." She replied, "Well, it should mean that. It's nicer than your other aunt's face."
We're all just faking it, right? I tried being "present" last weekend. Sat at a park, no phone. Lasted six minutes before I panicked and Googled "Why is the sky blue?"—not because I cared, but just to feel something. The Wi-Fi at the park was spotty, so I cried.
Even our small talk's a lie. Someone says, "How are you?" and we say, "Good!" when we're all just one lukewarm meal away from a breakdown. Last week I told a barista, "I'm surviving," and she said, "Amen," like we were at church. We tipped each other with napkins and left.
But hey, we're 8 billion people on this rock, all scrolling through the same 10 cat videos, pretending we're not collectively losing our minds. So next time you see someone laughing alone at their screen? Wave. They're either insane… or just found out raccoons can open pizza boxes. Either way—relatable.
[Exits stage left, immediately checks phone.]
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.
Design a modern, minimal landing page for a music streaming app with hero, features, and CTA sections.
