Thursday, March 29, 2012

My Name is Randomness

Randomness is beautiful.

Truly it is.

We don't associate chaos and convolution with happiness, let alone the hallmark of a beautiful mind, but let me tell you, it is.

Randomness has the effect of a brain massage. Soothing, vibrating waves of wooziness, overloading your troubles and sending your cares packing to the next country over.

If you don't know what you're going to do next, you have met the definition of insanity. And... as we all know... the mentally insane are among the happiest members of our society.

...and don't get started with that "correlation does not imply causation" business. It's no use.

:shakes head:

:harder:

:harder:

:clinking sounds:

...I didn't need those marbles anyway... Where were we?

Ah yes. Randomness. It results in so many good things...
  1. Blank stares from the person you cornered with the question about ear wax.

  2. Nervous chuckles from the barista when you asked for that cup of coffee with the shot of Red Bull.

  3. Shifting feet on floor 42 of the Bancorp Tower when you ask for directions to the Oregon Zoo.
Ah, good times.

There are two things we can count on in life. Two things to drown our sorrows and make our lives positively hum with the electrifying power of cayenne powder.

The first is randomness.

The second...

...is chocolate.

Indulge responsibly,
- Daniel

2 comments:

  1. Yep. My dad says that chocolate chip cookies are the only real cookie. Everything else is just pretending.

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  2. A wise man, your dad.

    ...though I'd argue that mint chocolate-chip are a worthy successor.

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