The nonsense which follows is a Markov Chain based upon patterns in some pieces of English text. Word-Unit Nonsense uses patterns about words that tend to follow one another. Character-Unit Nonsense uses letters.
Barbershop harmony is a Whole 'Nother Matter
Sergeant Samuel Strong, known to themselves, called him 'Fluffy Bunny'; many called him 'Fuckin' Brutal.' A couple of the situation was faster still. As he dropped back in three days and bring plenty to read it.
He studied it.
Suddenly the comm-link to his belt. "We'll just have to rescue her."
"Wait a minute," said the targeting reticle in his heads-up display flashed red, he recognised the echo of Bent's words to him. That had been back on Ratatouille, so very very wrong.
The designers of the Devastator Station. He thought he had done a pretty good reason not to speak about her credit balance.
Then how come you didn't try the right word. What did she say? What did they say? It was still warm.
"Quickly," said Bent. "Find the computer room. I dunno, maybe I should turn the chillers back on, but what is the Array?"
"One contact down. No casualties," Jenkins informed him. But she winced as she spun through almost a complete jackass I was. I don't want to think too much to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew, And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as driving.
You may think that all about?--and Mal shook his head.
"Way ahead of you," muttered Lurk.
"Oh yes, take me now, you hunk!" mumbled Lurk.
"I see, sir Lurk."
"I will," said Lurk.
Lurk spent much of it gazing around the dim room, wondering at the access hatch--although he did find himself faced with the sheer white material.
"Who is this?" asked the blond tech. "They seemed to think this will affect our plan?" asked Tarragon. "Okay, your plan."
"The one minor flaw in that bowl of Long Dong, And you throw in some Rong Pong, It will sound so very very wrong.
That NumNut is crazy, he thought with a chuckle.
He reached up and detached his pair of entwined lizards seemed to say, "Repay, repay", and my eyes were blind with blood. The thought came to mind. "But if they tracked the 'bots you're looking for," said Bent in the same tone.
"Sir yes sir!"
"Any questions, Team Daffodil?"
"Sir no sir!" "Very good. Carry on, Lance Corporal Wheedle."
The next morning, Buffy sat on one of the tables in the Library, waiting on her friends and her Watcher to show. Willow entered first, with a huge grin on her face. " Hi, Buffy!" Both girls looked up as the door opened, admitting Xander and Giles. Xander just looked at the grinning pair, and slunk into a chair, not offering his usual boisterous greeting. Willow looked at Xander, trying to guess what the problem was. Xander just looked at her. With a shrug, Willow turned her attention back to the older man. Giles looked up and smiled faintly as the trio walked dejectedly out of the library. He turned his attention back to the older man. Giles looked up and smiled faintly as the trio walked dejectedly out of the library. He turned his attention back to the fourteenth century Latin text on the table before him, intent on reviewing the latest prophecies. Somewhat later, he was interrupted by a hesitant knock on the library door. Jenny did not miss the demotion from Jenny to Ms. Calendar, but made no comment. Jenny returned his hug. "But...?" Giles watched Jenny as she slipped out of the Library, and returned to his reading. I just can't let this Volvo stuff pass uncommented. In the UK Volvo drivers have a reputation as the most rude, inconsiderate, stupid and downright dangerous morons ever to be let loose on the road, with an alledgedly statistically proven affection for taking out two-wheeled vehicles.
The algorithm is from a (1983/11) Scientific American article: "Computer Recreations: A progress report on the fine art of turning literature into drivel" by Brian Hayes. That article was inspired by Scientific and engineering problem-solving with the computer by William R. Bennett, Jr. Bennett traced discussion of randomly generated text to a 1927 statement by Sir Arthur Eddington:
If an army of monkeys were strumming on typewriters they might write all the books in the British Museum
(the same quote which led to the Infinite-Monkey Theorem).
Disclaimer: The text above may contain fragments of copyrighted works; I use text from such works as fodder for figuring out the patterns used to generate the random text.
Pages of Interest: For custom-generated Markov Text, visit The Shannonizer. Jamie Zawinski Markovly scrambles his writings on demand, and provides source for his scrambler. There is at least one Computer-Generated Writing page, which contains links to various pages containing such Writing and programs to generate it. hahaha.org hosted this page before I had a website; they rule.
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