Qwen: Qwen3.5 27B vs QwQ 32B
Compare Qwen: Qwen3.5 27B and QwQ 32B, both from Qwen, context windows of 262K vs 40K, tested across 15 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
Compare Qwen: Qwen3.5 27B and QwQ 32B, both from Qwen, context windows of 262K vs 40K, tested across 15 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
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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
Sally has 1 sister.
Here is the breakdown:
Answer: Sally has \boxed{1} sister.
Tests an AI's humor and creative writing ability
(The stage is dimly lit. A single microphone stand. The comedian walks out, adjusts the mic, takes a sip of water.)
Comedian: So, I've been doing some thinking lately. About patience. Specifically, how much of it we have left. I think we’ve officially lost the ability to wait.
We used to be okay with waiting. You could buy a magazine, you could wait for a letter. Now? If a website takes more than three seconds to load, I’m ready to call the police. I’m ready to file a restraining order against the Wi-Fi router.
I was watching a YouTube video the other day. It was a cooking tutorial. I love cooking tutorials. It’s the only time I feel like I could be a chef. But the video froze. Just froze. Right at the moment he was about to crack an egg. And I felt this physical urge to hit the screen.
I didn’t hit the screen, obviously. That’s not how it works. But I tapped the corner of the device. Hard. Like, "I am your master, do not make me wait."
And that’s the problem, right? We treat technology like a pet we’re trying to train. If the phone doesn’t open, we shake it. We tap it aggressively. We blow on the charging port. It’s like we’re trying to clear a dust bunny out of the soul of the machine.
[Paces slightly]
It’s not just the loading screens, though. It’s the silence. We can’t handle silence anymore. If you’re in an elevator with a stranger, and the music stops, you both immediately check your phones.
Why? There’s nothing to see. You’re in a metal box going up three floors. You don’t need to check your email. You don’t need to scroll through photos of your cousin’s dog. You just need to get to the second floor.
But the silence feels like an accusation. It says, "You have nothing to do." And we panic. So we scroll. We doom-scroll. We look at news about a fire in a city we’ve never visited, just so we don’t have to look at the other guy in the elevator.
[Stops pacing, looks at the mic]
I tried to fix this. I tried to go analog for a weekend. No phone, no laptop. Just me and a book.
It was terrifying. By Saturday night, I was checking my wrist for a watch I wasn’t wearing. I was looking for a notification that didn’t exist. I felt like a dog waiting for a treat that the owner forgot to give.
And the worst part? The battery anxiety. I don’t even use my phone, but I know the percentage is at 40%. And my heart rate goes up. It’s not 100%. It’s not safe. I need to plug it in.
I sat there with the charger in my hand, not plugging it in, just holding it, like a security blanket. I wasn’t using the phone. I was just using the idea of the phone.
[Pauses for effect]
I think that’s where we are. We aren't addicted to the internet. We’re addicted to the promise that something else is happening somewhere else. And the scary part is, sometimes, when I close my eyes and stop looking at the screen... nothing happens.
And I don’t know how to deal with that.
[Smiles, shrugs]
Thanks, you’ve been great. Goodnight.
(Comedian nods, walks off stage.)
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!
Tests an AI's ability to replicate an existing UI with Tailwind CSS
Tests an AI's ability to create smooth web animations
Tests an AI's UI design skills with theming support
Tests an AI's ability to create interactive web elements
Tests an AI's ability to engage in philosophical discourse about AI rights
Tests an AI's ability to create a detailed world map in SVG format
Create a detailed voxel art scene of a pagoda in a beautiful garden using ThreeJS