AI Week: Post Two

 I'm heading down the pub with Blarney and Barney - the Units are at their first concert - somebody called ADO, a Korean rapper. 

Instead of me writing it, I've pawned this of to AI. 

I gave it the prompt: 

"Write me a 300-word blogpost in the style of Kurt Vonnegut about taking friends down the pub for dinner."

This is what it came up with: 

A Dinner at the Pub, or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Order the Chips

So we took the gang down to the pub, because what else do you do when the world is spiraling toward entropy and the grocery store makes you feel like you're choosing dinner from a malfunctioning space vending machine?

The pub. Glorious institution of barely-sanitized tables and chalkboard specials. The beer comes in pints, the lighting is dim enough to make everyone look ten percent more interesting, and the menu is laminated to discourage introspection.

Frank ordered fish and chips. Classic. Safe. Symbol of British resistance against the tyranny of kale. Claire, a vegetarian, bravely inquired about the mushroom risotto, which—judging by the server’s thousand-yard stare—was either not real or had achieved sentience and escaped.

I ordered the pie. Because it was called The Pie. No other information given. Just The Pie. That’s the kind of faith I have in pubs.

We laughed. We ate. We shared chips like a democratic society, each of us dipping without borders or fear. And for a moment, between the clinking of glasses and the predictable jokes, we forgot to worry about our taxes, our aging parents, the collapse of modern civilization, or whether the risotto was a trap.

The thing about pubs is—they’re little time machines. You step inside and things make sense again. Hunger is met with food. Thirst with ale. Existential dread with sticky tables and the hum of conversations about football and weather.

So it goes.

We left full, a little drunk, and vaguely more hopeful than when we arrived. A successful night, by any human metric that matters.

And yes. I did tip the server. I'm not an animal.

My comments:

Okay, there's a few good things about this, and some not so good things here - like I'm Australian - we generally don't tip as a rule, unless you've had amazing service, as we pay people a living wage. 

I love how it's worked in the "So it goes." Then again, I adore Slaugherhouse-5. 

And you can maybe now work out how Today's song works in with the Vonnegut theme. (I love the Hilltop Hoods - one of the best things to come out of Adelaide.)

Today's song: