So, like, welcome back, those of you that have been here before. And welcome, uh, not back, those of you that have never been here before. And welcome to those of you who will never visit this site, beep.
I've been playing around with a Markov chain generator written in Python, feeding in classic books and novels just to see what would come out the other side. Stuff like:
The studio was filled with tears running down his brush, and had been talking with the consciousness of having excited any particular interest, till she grow desperate, and is far from having the good conscience to the apocryphal invisible lodger, and they would have been. The studio was filled with sulphur-yellow roses, stood before him. Therefore, let him show that his armies should be done, which is defined by historic leaders. The door is fastened from the wives from their relationship and obligations, the former universal goodwill, for many ages armed and organized themselves, to murder him. She bent timidly around till her breath stirred his curls all wet, and his sons had done, before going to try it once more. The door is fastened from the pulpit.Almost beautiful, isn't it? That is, until you realize that it doesn't make any fucking sense. If you're wondering, that's the output after feeding 18 different books (including Alice in Wonderland, The Communist Manifesto, The Prince, Sense and Sensability, and War and Peace) into the generator. Eventually, maybe I'll be able to write software that would write LITJ scripts for me. So I can be a lazy fucking bum and eat Doritos and Cheez Whiz all day while watching re-runs of T.J. Hooker on television. All day.
UPDATE: I was playing around with that script, and the computer just spit this out at me:
YOU don't know where he's captivated, he can find a good enough for little rubbishy common things--specially with gals, cuz THEY go back up against the boat's stern.I don't know why that's funny, but it is.