Okay, so I had this idea for a project, you know, one of those “brilliant” ideas that hit you in the shower? I wanted to generate a bunch of, well, titles that don’t actually mean anything. I was trying to do some creative writing. Pure gibberish, but formatted like real titles. Don’t ask me why, I just felt like it.
First, I banged my head against the keyboard. Literally. Not really, but it felt like it. I tried to think of a way to randomly combine words. Started with a simple list of nouns, verbs, adjectives… the usual suspects.
I have to create several lists:
One called “adjectives”
One called “nouns”
One called “verbs”
Then one “conjunctions”
Then, I fiddled around with some basic Python code. Nothing fancy, just some random choices from those lists. I mashed them together with spaces in between. It looked something like this (don’t try to run this, it’s just a simplified example):
I ran that a few times, and I got stuff like “Fluffy Unicorn Dances” and “Purple Toaster Explodes”. Okay, getting somewhere, but still too… sensible?
So, I tweaked it. I added more words to the lists. Weirder words. Words like “Quantum,” “Existential,” “Sprocket,” and “Tuesday.” I also threw in some random conjunctions and prepositions (“of,” “with,” “beyond,” “because”).
I messed with the code to sometimes add two adjectives, or a conjunction, or just string together five random words. The goal was maximum nonsense, but still looking like a title.
After a while, I had a whole page of these things. Stuff like:
“Existential Banana Yearns Because Gigantic Tuesday”
“Quantum Sprocket Contemplates With Fluffy Regret”
“Sleepy Unicorn Dances Beyond Purple Toaster”
I stared at the list. Mission accomplished? I guess. Did it have any profound meaning? Nope. Was it fun? Absolutely. Sometimes, you just gotta embrace the absurdity, right? It’s like a brain dump, but with extra steps. And slightly more organized.
I have finished what I wanted to do and got the titles!
Anyway, that’s my story of how I spent an afternoon generating meaningless titles. Maybe I’ll use them for something someday. Or maybe they’ll just sit there, being gloriously nonsensical. Who knows.