The Robots Can't Hold Their Liquor: A Hungover Guide to the Writing Apocalypse

Listen, you beautiful bastards. It’s 9 AM, I’m nursing my third cup of coffee laced with whatever bourbon survived last night’s bender, and I just read this fascinating piece about how human writers are supposedly making a comeback in 2025. The irony of writing about this while fighting the urge to puke isn’t lost on me.

Here’s the deal: for years now, we’ve been told that AI was going to replace us ink-stained wretches. Every venture capital dipshit with a PowerPoint deck has been promising that algorithms would make human writers obsolete. Well, guess what? They were wrong. And the best part? They spent billions figuring that out.