Buckle Up for Absurdity: RoadtripMojo’s Terms of Service (Un)Limited

RoadtripMojo has been around for far too long with no terms of service to guide our relationship with fellow roadtrippers – and cover our a$$e$ in case some pansy gets offended. So, lazy meme thieves that we are, we asked Google’s Bard chatbot to conjure some rules of the road. Our prompt: “Write 250 words on an unreasonable terms of service for roadtripmojo website.” About 10 seconds later, it gave us the following semi-legalese, indefensible gobbledygook – plus the image of car-meets-cow, for added import. (I’m kind of expecting a fat bill for this from an attorney somewhere)

Image of car honking at a cow“Welcome, thrill-seekers and wanderlust warriors, to RoadtripMojo, the engine that fuels your spontaneous adventures! By clicking “I Accept” below, you’re not just powering up your RV, hitching up your travel trailer, or even renting a van – you’re signing a hilarious pact with the open road (and some potentially questionable legal clauses). So, grab a granola bar, crank up the tunes, and prepare for the wildest ride of your digital life:

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Vladimir Nabokov on Music Festival Camping via ChatGPT

The experiment continues. After asking ChatGPT to write an essay on music festival camping in the style of Hunter S. Thompson, Andy suggested I ask it to write one in the style of Vladimir Nabokov. In less than a minute, it delivered. My Prompt: Write a 500-word article in English on camping at music festivals in the style of Vladimir Nabokov.

ChatGPT wrote: Title “On the Delicate Pleasures of Festival Camping: A Vladimir Nabokovian Sojourn”

“As the blazing sun sets upon the vast expanse of the festival grounds, a myriad of souls emerge from their metal steeds, eagerly ready to embark on a peculiar rite of passage—a tryst with nature amid the harmonious chaos of music festivals. Ah, the delicate pleasures of camping…

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Music Festival Camping from the Virtual Mind of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

I recently asked ChatGPT to write 500 words on festival RV camping. What it banged out in less than 30-seconds was impressive, but the stuff of a grade-schooler – and nothing a publisher would pay money for. Based on the comments, I tried again – only with a twist. My prompt: “Write a 500-word article on camping at music festivals in the style of Hunter S. Thompson.” Here’s what I got…

“The sun was beating down on my face as I stumbled out of my tent, bleary-eyed and disoriented.

“The sounds of pounding drums and wailing guitars echoed through the air, mingling with the scent of stale beer and sweat. It was day three of the music festival, and my body was already starting to feel the effects of nonstop partying.

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Bougie Wooks: The Unapologetic Glampers

One of the early “glamper” tents used by Ottoman Sultan Suleiman.

When hitting the music festival circuit, who’s your crew? Is it the RVers parked in the full hookup sites, with refrigerators and beds and toilets that flush. Or is it the primitive campers who sleep in tents and whose food and drinks are pulled from a cooler that someone damn-well better have remembered to restock with ice.

We usually camp with the glamper set, a relatively climate-controlled world where the elements are left outside – with the $100 zero gravity chairs and shoes all dry and tidy beneath the awning.

But we’ve been known to pitch our tent beside Spirit Lake, digging that primitive vibe with fellow tent campers.

Though the forces of gravity and the corrosion of age have us tending toward glamping’s softer touch, we’re comfortable with our flip flops in both camps.

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From Hotels to RV Camping to Yurts, A New Spin on the “Working Vacation”

It’s a magnificent Sunday afternoon on the banks of Florida’s Myakka River. I’m perched at a picnic table, cigar burning, Keller Williams streaming his stuff on the Bluetooth speaker. The sky is powder blue, a breeze is blowing. No place could be finer…

… to open my laptop and draft some words for some paying clients.

I’d wager some people’s opinions just went from “very cool” to “Dude, close that damn laptop and be present!”

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