12 June 2000

Isaac just sent this nifty URL to his notify list; it takes the text from any webpage you wish, extracts some bits, and puts them together in poem form. Not only are the results highly amusing, but, as Isaac points out, it has an uncanny way of revealing the neuroses of one's writing. Unless, of course, the perception of said neuroses is really more of a projection on the part of the perceiver. Hell, you all can probably see my neuroses without the help of a poem-generating algorithm. With out further ado, here is a version of yesterday's entry, poem-ified:

unspoken v 3.0 10
hours a phone call within
the later I
have an oh shit, so seriously
considering and evenings. I
need to pay the fact that
happening increases exponentially
the week or
web design skills are firmly wedged in Really,
I was looking forward
to go about money
Mine, to
that prospect, of what is
worth waiting for.
the revolting Minnesota summer
weather, most
of
what is growing particularly pressing: expecting a
fairly relaxing to having an oh
shit, so sleeping nekkid with a
lasting byproduct of what
is growing particularly
pressing: expecting a
lasting byproduct
of day. on Viagra.