Here
is a random subject generator; a tool for bloggers utterly devoid
of inspiration and internal thought process. It's been almost twenty
four hours since the last time I was called upon to write words, on a
piece of non-existent paper, and during that time I've slept, been to
work, spoken to various people about various things, shopped for
spectacle frames, eaten Greek lamb and lentils in Manchester Arndale
Market food court, ridden the tram, had a nap, watched a pretty good
music video that features a friend's severed head mounted on a wall,
made and eaten a delicious shepherds' pie, and here we all are. Also
during that time my friend and godson have come to stay with us from
Tanzania.
Despite all this
activity I am reduced to clawing helplessly at the dregs of the
random subject generator. How random it is, I do not know, since I
have only seen, so far, the first subject it has generated. It is
possible, and indeed likely, that it only actually has five subjects
which it serves up cyclically in order to every helplessly
empty-minded sucker who sucks. And here I am, helpless,
empty-headed, and sucking, and the subject served to me is The
autonomy of nude art. What this
piece of code doesn't know is that I have already done my blog about
nude art, here: My
"Private" Library. What it also doesn't know is that I
finished my art degree about seven years ago, and thus have no
interest nor reason in unpicking the meaning behind pretentious
phrases like The autonomy of nude art.
There's just no need. No need at all.
Your favourite
novels; Simple origami;
Religions – ranked by age; A
word that means something to you; Where to rent good
snowboards; Chocolate, good or
bad for you?; Nutrition for young kids; Your
worst enemy; Your favourite dinosaur;
The birth of Jazz; George Washington in the Revolutionary
War; Cities to visit; DNA
notations; A movie poster that
has affected you; Music and mathematics;
How to cut your spending. Those are the topics. There may be others
but we haven't got all day. I can't tackle all of those so I'm just
going to throw darts at the screen and wherever they stick, that
subject, by dint of blind chance, becomes worthy of a sentence or
two.
DNA
Notations:
CTACGATCGATCGTACTGATCGTAGCTAGCTAGTCGATCGATCGTAGTCGATGCTACGTAGCTAATGACGATGCTATGCATAGTCGTACGTACGTGTGTGTTTAATTATATCGATCGATCGATCGATGCGCGCTACGTACGATCGATGCTAGCTAGCTAGCTAGCTGATCGATCGTAGTCGATCGTATATGCGGTCAGCGATGTATCGGGCGCGGGGGGCGCGAGATAGTATGCATGTAGCTTAGGAC
Cities
to visit:
All
of them, from Aalborg to Żywiec.
Where to rent good snowboards:
I don't know. Halfords, or somewhere.
A word that means something to you:
Word.
How to cut your spending:
Stop saying, "oh my god, I need those shoes, I don't know when I will wear them, but they are just so cute. Should I get them? I'm getting them."
Where to rent good snowboards:
I don't know. Halfords, or somewhere.
A word that means something to you:
Word.
How to cut your spending:
Stop saying, "oh my god, I need those shoes, I don't know when I will wear them, but they are just so cute. Should I get them? I'm getting them."
Well, that went well. More of the same tomorrow?
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