As I am a fan of TVTropes, the best way to start sifting through all that information is to randomly click the Random Item button (appropriately enough).
I realized that I have quite a bit of information here that may be intimidating to go back and read. (You know, if you’re a chronomentrophobic and can’t stand my archives calendar/any timekeeping device. I have to be sensitive to those readers.)
I messaged this guy, this guy who said he was the president of the galaxy. He promised that this girl he knew had a heart of gold and to call her flat at 2079460347. Long story short, I now have an Infinite Improbability Drive installed on the bloggh. Check the sidebar, but whatever you do, don’t click it.
I don’t want anyone turning into sofas.
“Space,” it says, “is big. Really big. You just won’t believe how vastly hugely mindbogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it’s a long way down the road to the chemist, but that’s just peanuts to space…
Arthur looked up. “Ford!” he said, “there’s an infinite number of monkeys outside who want to talk to us about this script for Hamlet they’ve worked out.”
“Five to one against and falling…” she said, “four to one against and falling…three to one…two…one…probability factor of one to one…we have normality, I repeat we have normality.” She turned her microphone off – then turned it back on, with a slight smile and continued: “Anything you still can’t cope with is therefore your own problem.”
He reached out and pressed an invitingly large red button on a nearby panel. The panel lit up with the words “Please do not press this button again.”
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September 22, 2007…
That was a good day. Hey, thanks for helping me in my paranoia. September 22 has been amended.