prediction
Original: prediction on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Top row title: WHEN PEOPLE TALK ABOUT SPORTS PREDICTIONS:
Panel 1: A man (the predictor) speaks to another man.
Predictor: I'd give your team a two in three chance of winning.
Panel 2 (caption: LATER...): The other man looks at a computer screen.
Man: Man, they lost!
Panel 3: The predictor reacts.
Predictor: Bit of an upset.
The other man, slumped: Ugh.
Bottom row title: WHEN PEOPLE TALK ABOUT ELECTORAL PREDICTIONS:
Panel 4: The same predictor speaks to the other man.
Predictor: I'd give your candidate a two in three chance of winning.
Panel 5 (caption: LATER...): The other man stares wide-eyed.
Man: Wow, they lost.
Panel 6: The other man, now furious and pointing.
Man: So you're a MORON AND A LIAR.
Votey:
A close-up of the angry man's face.
Man: I will obsess over you but never trust you again!
Panel 1: A man (the predictor) speaks to another man.
Predictor: I'd give your team a two in three chance of winning.
Panel 2 (caption: LATER...): The other man looks at a computer screen.
Man: Man, they lost!
Panel 3: The predictor reacts.
Predictor: Bit of an upset.
The other man, slumped: Ugh.
Bottom row title: WHEN PEOPLE TALK ABOUT ELECTORAL PREDICTIONS:
Panel 4: The same predictor speaks to the other man.
Predictor: I'd give your candidate a two in three chance of winning.
Panel 5 (caption: LATER...): The other man stares wide-eyed.
Man: Wow, they lost.
Panel 6: The other man, now furious and pointing.
Man: So you're a MORON AND A LIAR.
Votey:
A close-up of the angry man's face.
Man: I will obsess over you but never trust you again!
Alt text
A two-row SMBC comic contrasting reactions to predictions. Top row, titled "When people talk about sports predictions": a man tells a friend, "I'd give your team a two in three chance of winning." Later, the friend sees on a screen, "Man, they lost!" The predictor shrugs, "Bit of an upset," and the friend just sighs, "Ugh" calmly accepting it. Bottom row, titled "When people talk about electoral predictions": the same man says, "I'd give your candidate a two in three chance of winning." Later the friend, wide-eyed, says, "Wow, they lost," then in the final panel rages, pointing and shouting, "So you're a moron and a liar." The joke: identical probabilistic predictions provoke a calm shrug for sports but furious accusations of dishonesty for elections. Votey aftercomic: a close-up of the furious man's scowling face as he shouts, "I will obsess over you but never trust you again!"
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.