I don’t know how finely one can slice what actions would constitute “making” or “publishing” an AI-generated statement. But.

If the human reporter edits or is given the opportunity to edit (although not reject) AI “content” before it is published…I’d be nervous, as the human reporter.

Liability, I think, would be based *not* on whether it was AI vs actual human reporting, but on whether reporter whose byline was used did something sufficient to constitute “making” or “publishing” the defamatory statement. (With the required state of mind).

Intentional torts usually require some kind of “intent,” which would be lacking here.

That said, I don’t do very much defamation at all. The case would probably survive a motion to dismiss in state court, but idk summary judgment.

In the scenario where the reporter did not do *anything* to facilitate the publication, but they were just unfortunate to not negotiate a deal where their byline wouldn’t be misused, I think it would be difficult to prove that the reporter actually “made” or “published” the slander/libel/defamation

Roundworm? Earthworm? Some kind of planarian? So many variables.

Most days I wish I were more intimidating. I might start painting flames all around the bottom of my suit pants.

Sad to report, the hot white streak did not survive today’s trip to the salon. Apparently it was in too awkward a place to protect with foil.

Then I further endorse Juan’s suggestion, w/r/t produce.

If you bill $2,000 an hour and get sanctioned for the use of AI, the sanction should include that lawyers with very low rates get to laugh in your face for as long as they want. And you don’t get to say anything.

I volunteer.

Fuck yeah!!!!!!

The best thing is, reading this, knowing you, I am 100% sure you passed on the compliments to their supervisors.

Missed the window maybe

If you can, you should.

Play recordings of old depositions loudly, to cover it up.

“This doesn’t look like a deposition.”

Shuddup.

L120/A101.

Clearly, you're the guy who likes otters. In New Hampshire.

Okay. We are booked. And I chose seats that are together on each flight, and in each case there was a pair of seats, together, with a window and no extra charge. So #fuckunited, #yayjetblue #fullcanofcokebitches

My credit card is so unused to being used for fun travel, it assumed that it had been stolen when I booked the tickets. I had to call my bank.

I am really not that anon. Just kind of vaguely obscured enough that it’s not wildly obvious.

Although I have a mutual presently who I have definitely encountered in practice — we represented parties on the same side of a case — but I think he doesn’t know it.

This whole thread makes me glad I am anon. I cannot imagine getting a call from the home office: “Hi, [Ennie]. How are you? Well we heard you’ve been, um. ‘Sexting’ at ‘whales.’ That doesn’t sound at all like you so-“

Boston baked beans.

Gross.

This is how (anybody) sexts:

The prison imagery, I now understand, sitting here, was because we interviewed a potential hire from a criminal firm yesterday.

Last night I woke up in the middle of the night, from a nightmare of prison and loss, with just the strangest physical sensation of sorrow. I then ordered flowers for my mother, and went back to sleep. I thought the flowers part was a dream-within-a-dream, but no.

Please do not stop this journey

This is how I sext:

Not Chicago! I’m going there in a few weeks for business.

She picked somewhere I have never been. So it will be interesting.

I mean, in many ways, it could almost be described as a…vacation? A small one? Baby steps toward work life balance.