I had originally planned a giant rant for today. It was very, very racist.
As such, I'll replace it with random thoughts.

Randomity to me, is something like saying something completely off point, elaborating on it in a manner that makes no sense, going further and further away from the point and then somehow linking it up with the current topic. Which makes no sense.

My previous favourite random word was, 'Potato', it sort of flew into underground roots, tubers and legumes, more things about how potatoes are nutritious and a source of electricity and water. How they can feed an ant for its entire lifetime.

Then since potatoes were far too expected for me to say than random, it had to be changed to the next random thing that entered my mind which just happened to be washing machines. Most of the ones today operate on fuzzy logic. Automated washing machines that know whats happening and when its happening and when its not going to happen. Like that tomahawk missile.

It knows where it is at all times, this is because it knows where it isn't. When it subtracts where it is from where it isn't, or where it isn't from where it is, it obtains a deviation. Using this deviation, it can pinpoint where it is from where its not, or where its not from where it is, thus leading to where it is. The accuracy of the tomahawk missile is not to be laughed at. It can slam into a target within 5 centimeters at a range of 1 meter.

Vernier calipers make no sense either. They have a weird tail thing, two weird clamp things, and they smell funny. I once used a pair of vernier calipers, it was made of metal, it was small and it smelt like old things. The smell followed me around the entire day until I took a shower. The smell now lingers in my drainage pipes.



:: 10:36 PM