Lazy, Lazy, Lazy

Far be it from me to deprive you of your customary fortnightly guffaw, but I spent the weekend as a bachelor and didn’t do much other than reading Cornelius Ryan’s somewhat too-digestible A Bridge Too Far and playing video games. On a lark I asked ChatGPT to write a couple paragraphs about Asian noodles in the style of Fletcher Moore and to my great surprise it did, generating a series of long, meandering sentences packed with phrases like “the rhythmic slap and stretch of dough” and “a canvas for rich, savory broths” and now I know that my writing is in the data set for the fucking thing.

So, in the event that my existence is now superfluous, I bid thee farewell, but on the grounds that I write to keep my brain from exploding, I’ll see you next time.