Randomness

So, I was walking into a wall yesterday and I was like "woah wtf it just disappeared" and then I was in a funny land resembling the video for "Take On Cosby" (see youtube). So when I was there I met a headstrong hog named Sir Hamilton Pigsty, who rarely bathed and thus smelled like frozen dead people, and he tried to sell me the corpse of Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull. I said it was a fake deal and his corpse rotted years ago. So, Sir Hamilton Pigsty killed the nearest passerby, who happened to be Michael Jackson's nose. I bought it and transformed it into a Barbie doll with my secret uberpowers, which are totally awesome. I then shoved that plastic doll up my friend Timmy's nose, and he cried and tried to find his mommy, but she was busy eating all his toys. Timmy was upset and cried, so his mommy got a flamethrower and said he could have it if he shut his yap. So, Timmy was good and eventually got a flamethrower, and torched the town while yelling that he is a big boy now. So, his daddy came home and said he was extremely dumb and worthless, and finished eating all his toys. Timmy was by now on a rampage, and torched everything in sight. But, soon, a dark shadow eclipsed the ground, the kind of shadow that makes even Chuck Norris pee his pants. The shadow was cast by the Lord Of The Kittens, Fredicus. She let loose a crimson jet of pure fire, and incinerated Timmy and his family...'s toys. Timmy and relatives moved away and got jobs on a pig farm to pay for the damage. So, I kept exploring, and Miley Cyrus jumped out at me from behind a bush screaming at me to buy her crappy CD's. I LOL'ed in her face and took her CD's and chewed them and spit them at a passing man. He was huge and Muscular, and he had the ability to lift a car with one finger. His name was Tiffany. I said he had a girl name, so he cried and beat up his bedpost. He then ran aound telling all in range that "I'm cookoo for caca puffs haha Im going MAD everyone! MAD! HAHAHA! SMELL MY FACE! GIVE ME YOUR DEAD FROGS!". I ran away and rammed into a particularly vicious ram. The ram ate my soul and then I wandered into the Reverse Dimension, where I saw an ELP concert, but something was wrong. I then realized I was watching Emerill, Rake, and Farmer. And it was good.

Edited by Neurotarkus - April 24 2009 at 21:44

Wrong, wrong, wrong. There are no choices. It just seems there is because we don't always know beforehand what we're going to 'choose'. That said, there isn't anything random either.

There's nothing random about randomness. 

Well, what if all actions and occurrences in the universe are set at the beginning- in other words, everything that ever happens, past, present, and future, is predetermined? If so, there is no randomness, nor is there choice.

The definition of "random" is: proceeding, made, or occurring without definite aim, reason, or pattern.  When I was writing this story, I had no aim or pattern, thus it was completely random. However, the conception of the story was not random. The content was random, the story itself was not.

Edited by Neurotarkus - April 25 2009 at 13:26

are hippies flammable?

Edited by Neurotarkus - April 25 2009 at 22:38