‘you fuck us all over... there is a price for everything'

horsemouth has been tempted by the automated blogging tools now available through the wonder of artificial intelligence.  

'let me get your first draft done 10X faster!.. the first 10,000 words are free!' 

he has a dim memory of a friend working on the software design for a tool to automate writing HR and interview reports and reviews back in the 80ies and 90ies (the kind of tasks people don't like doing or do so rarely that they would appreciate hep with doing them).

horsemouth is unlikely to actually download an automated blogging tool. he actually enjoys writing this stuff himself and does not regard it as in any way onerous. he was however interested to see if they would offer him a free sample. 

'frogs are harmless creatures. to dream of them is favourable' remarks zadkiel. 

howard has sent horsemouth a new track with some excellent guitar and some rather disturbing lyrics about toads (do they count?). this is the first musicians of bremen  communication in a while. 

there is an irony in horsemouth having a book on dreams in that he hardly ever dreams (or at least hardly ever remembers them upon waking). 

horsemouth is a bit short on stuff to say so he'll look at the news - it seems gavin williamson (tory non-entity recently let back in cabinet) had been sending expletive laden messages to chief whip. who knew he had it in him? ‘you fuck us all over’,  'there is a price for everything'. these may prove to be embarrassing now that he's back in government (but a government that will keep suella braverman in office is probably cannot be embarrassed). it is interesting that some tories clearly want to rock the boat this early in. 

today is a rainy day. horsemouth goes to play guitar. in a bit he will do some prep work on what he will be playing. last night he had two invitations to go out but elected to stay in. he watched some scandi-noir thriller (guess what? it all turns out ok in the end). he watched a little of argento's early the cat with nine tails. he suspects he is moving into winter mode where he watches a lot of movies tucked up in bed. 

horsemouth should check the weather to see if he faces a rainy walk over to his playing sesh.