Is this one of those novels written by a computer? Each word makes sense, but together they add up to… a leaf-stained, nude couple.
Oh, and nothing says “romance” like chopping off your models’ heads.
Candy Kong
8 years ago
The tagline it’s some kind of paradox. Explaining it would make the universe implode upon itself.
James F. Brown
8 years ago
I don’t know what’s worst — the artwork, the layout, or the font. š
red
8 years ago
That unfinished tagline was written by a master procrastinator.
Catie
8 years ago
That tagline sounds like Star Trek technobabble. Or like it’s created with a bullshit generator (it’s hilarious, check it out).
And what exactly happened to the heads? I’m trying to see through the pinkish background of the tagline, since it’s semitransparent, but I just can’t make it out. There should be at least a bit of the heads showing above the tagline, right?
Star Trek‘s “Treknobabble” has got nothing on this guy! It’s also reminiscent of the Chomskybot, bringing us such pellets of “wisdom” as:
This suggests that any associated supporting element may remedy and, at the same time, eliminate irrelevant intervening contexts in selectional rules. On the other hand, the earlier discussion of deviance is, apparently, determined by the requirement that branching is not tolerated within the dominance scope of a complex symbol. I suggested that these results would follow from the assumption that the descriptive power of the base component is to be regarded as a stipulation to place the constructions into these various categories. For one thing, a subset of English sentences interesting on quite independent grounds is necessary to impose an interpretation on an abstract underlying order. We will bring evidence in favor of the following thesis: relational information cannot be arbitrary in problems of phonemic and morphological analysis.
Now you too can be an overpaid postmodernist academician and totalitarian dictators’ apologist… well, except for the “overpaid” part; only Noam Chomsky himself gets paid such ridiculous sums for slinging his particular brand of BS.
Whenever my sister’s uni held an art exhibit of the students’ work, including hers, we always had to find a bullshit generator online to come up with the “about this work”. Like, a portrait wasn’t a portrait if it didn’t come with some deep existential bullshit attached to it.
It’s poetry innit.
Oh, wait, no it’s not: it’s a novel. Here’s what might be the third sentence:
“He wishes the probability of mutuality to get a last full-blown opportunity to attain fruition and ultimate utility.”
Well, I’m glad we cleared that up.
Is this one of those novels written by a computer? Each word makes sense, but together they add up to… a leaf-stained, nude couple.
Oh, and nothing says “romance” like chopping off your models’ heads.
The tagline it’s some kind of paradox. Explaining it would make the universe implode upon itself.
I don’t know what’s worst — the artwork, the layout, or the font. š
That unfinished tagline was written by a master procrastinator.
That tagline sounds like Star Trek technobabble. Or like it’s created with a bullshit generator (it’s hilarious, check it out).
And what exactly happened to the heads? I’m trying to see through the pinkish background of the tagline, since it’s semitransparent, but I just can’t make it out. There should be at least a bit of the heads showing above the tagline, right?
Yes, they are most definitely missing their heads.
Yes, but why???
Star Trek‘s “Treknobabble” has got nothing on this guy! It’s also reminiscent of the Chomskybot, bringing us such pellets of “wisdom” as:
Now you too can be an overpaid postmodernist academician and totalitarian dictators’ apologist… well, except for the “overpaid” part; only Noam Chomsky himself gets paid such ridiculous sums for slinging his particular brand of BS.
Whenever my sister’s uni held an art exhibit of the students’ work, including hers, we always had to find a bullshit generator online to come up with the “about this work”. Like, a portrait wasn’t a portrait if it didn’t come with some deep existential bullshit attached to it.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for the New-Age Bullshit Generator.
Or, should I say, “Although you may not realize it, you are high-frequency.”