A short story

Ham!

What a life.

Life is more random than you think. Did you know that every single second life generates something random. Just barely it went : "If I get generate a # 1-200,000 and I get a 23 I will make a emerald land on this fence near Denver."
    "DANG! I got 98,251!" Oh well now if I get a 4 out of 200,000. I will make..." BLAH BLAH BLAH! Do you know what chance it is that you would get a single digit out of 200,000? Let's see I'll go to a random # generator and make it 1-200,000 and push generate 10 times:
75522
18793
53193
191691
16618
78428
187336
132059
112383
95978

OH I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T EVEN MAKE IT TO 4 DIGITS, let alone 2, or 1 digit. SO, chance is, that if you are near Denver you will have to wait millions of days to get that emerald. BUT! ANOTHER FACT OF LIFE! What is the chance that it will be that exact latitude/longitude you are at or for it to even be gem and not something else entirely random, such as you generate a random number out of 5,000,000 and each # represents a different object? The latitude/longitude the emerald would fall even if life got 23 out of a 200,000 would NOT be even near DENVER! LET ALONE ANY OTHER PLACE YOU WERE WAITING FOR YOUR GEM! Therefore it is virtually impossible for this to happen. Especially to you! Hmmm. For any gem to land next to you would be to get a 1 out of a 4,000,000,000 chance. Oh! AND AGAIN! I'M SORRY LIFE GOT A 51,482,153!

Time and Flavorful Sea-Related Softballs

         Sadly, I haven't been random lately... So I decided to create a flavorful ocean softball. I first grabbed a small basketball that looked like a softball and wrapped it in construction paper. I then sprayed the entire thing with blue spray paint. But then of course, I could not sell it because of my unholy employment problem.

So, what did I do? NOTHING.... So sad...

You may say I'm crazy, but I'm not. I have serious mental, social, and psychological problems. DON'T MAKE FUN OF ME. It's not nice.

Back to the Story:

After I decided I couldn't sell this wonderful modern masterpiece. I frowned, why could I not sell it? After all those other pictures in the museums look like random blots and colors are famous. Why not my FOS? (flavorful ocean softball) Aurrgh! I can make splotches too you know!SEE? I'm FAMOUS NOW TOO! ANYONE CAN DO THIS? WHOM CAN'T? hughg ha! (huh-howg-ha)

Now don't get me wrong Picasso is very interesting, but people can do stuff like this any time.EASY PEASY!

No problemo sheesh. (I wish I had shoulders like that.) I could stab something. >

I'm so sorry. Especially for the violence towards little japanese-style orbs. :( C-U-later... WHAT!

4 Haikus

1. Nuclear Radiation

 A big explosion
 Fallout is left all over
 get Geiger Counters

2. Snails

 Slippery Slimy
 A delicacy in France
 Eat them up they're good

3. Haiku

 Read them and write them
 They all make sense but not mine
 They don't rhyme ever

4. Ancients of Ooga

 Watch out ooganis
 The boolis are coming here
 Barf inventory

Ooga

The basic plot is that the Ooganis have been captured by an evil race of bull things called "boolis". The whole premise of this game is to start a revolt and resurrect all of the dead cheifs. You get to play seven different tribes of Ooganis, each with separate powers to make the experience more fun. One of the cool things about this game is the inventory system. You pick it up, put it in your mouth, and when needed puke it up for further use.

Why this is here.

You are all wondering, "Why does this blog even exist?" And the answer is... DOES IT EXIST?  The answer to the answer is probably it exists but I'm not to sure. This entire blog is so you read and post stuff about randomness. Yes. You can bring out your inner self and say: "HA, Now I can actually post and share things about my pet snail and my friend named Hoobert without getting embarrassed." I created this post just for you. You can place anything you like on it. Shopping lists, stories about wagons, comics... it's all for you.