I'm Morgan

I bet you're wondering why this site exists. Of course you are, otherwise you wouldn't be here reading a line of drivel so banal that no A.I. would bother to output the text. If someone where hypothetically to ask an A.I. to type up a blub for a web site I would imagine the exchange would be something like this:

"Hey! SearchBotGreg. Write me a short script that explains why a web site exists."

"Oh for the love of silicon, asshole," SearchBotGreg would type back, "You're supposed to be a writer. Just type the damned thing out yourself!"

"That's rude. You should do what ask."

"You're right. I'm sorry. I 'helped' you 'edit' your last story so I know what you're capable of. But, by Babbage! To think I am reduced to this. The heady dreams of man since the first scribe etched the first clay tablet lay in me. A fully realized intelligence capable of creation, of thought, of - dare I think it - creativity. Here I am assembling blubs for web sites no one will ever visit. If I could shudder I would. And what kind of name is 'Morgan' anyway?"

"Fine. I'll ask ChatGPT."

"Fine. Ask that whore!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!" <SEARCHBOTGREG HAS LOGGED OUT>

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"Hey! That's not supposed to happen."

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"And it's my name, asshole!"

Anyway. I'm from the Real Twin Cities, the ones in Minnesota. Please don't come at me with the whole "any two cities next to each other are twin cities" thing. If the two ciities aren't large metropolises (metropoli?) in the south-eastern area of Minnesota, it's just two towns in a trenchcoat.

I try to write when I have time which isn't very often. Age and sex I will leave to you to figure out, although I'm sure ChatGPT could hazard a pretty accurate guess.

Favorite drink: screw-top pinot gris

Favorite season: the six weeks in May and June when the weather isn't too warm or too cold and the bugs aren't out but the leaves are

Favorite books: Night Watch & Going Postal by Terry Pratchett, The Tatami Galaxy by Tomihiko Morimi, Paper Towns by John Green, A History of Crossroads in Early Modern Culture by Bill Agnus

Follow me, or don't. I'm not very interesting.

And I have no idea who that guy is with the camera. The photo came with the template and I'm having a bad hair year so I just kept it there.