Cheer up, emo kid

I was washing the dishes and thinking about my incredibly low humour threshold level. I mean, even just thinking about this made me smile, right?
Some things I just can't help laughing at, no matter how many times I see them, and I'll just be walking along all on my lonesome and I think about them and I start smiling like the cat-lady.
In the Mythbusters opening shots for Season ?, when the cement truck is sitting there and then it blows up-- that cracks me up everytime.
The Inspector Rex theme is forever and always sidesplitting, I reckon.

So Mum's found this great new website for me to play with: a Story Generator. We were laughing so much we were crying at some of the things it produced:

The story is about a computer technician. It takes place in a tavern. The story climaxes with a shopping trip.

This is a road-trip story with a focus on jealousy. The story is about illogical park rangers. The crux of the story involves someone going to sleep. The issues of faster-than-light-travel and its effects on business is a major element of the story.

The story is about stupid weapons officers. It takes place in a town. The critical element of the story is a slip of the tongue.

This is a pure action story. The story is about a linguistics expert. It starts at a portal to another solar system. An ancient evil coming back to life is a major part of the story.

I've tentatively named my own novel-in-progress "Cheer up, emo kid". I think the sentiment expressed in such a title is the least of my worries right now.

Don't be fooled-- this is a working title only, and a misnomer. I am going to write something epic. And serious. A life-changing work. Oh, yes.