
Thanks to The Great Architect, I just rediscovered my own title generator. Please share your results, as they still make for a good 10 minutes of fun :)
Titles I would recommend for further reading:
- ''Her fat, bald Passion''
- ''The awkward Balls''
- ''Just another mediocre Painting''
- ''Along came the organic Torch''
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 20:06, Reply)

But don't remember getting something as amusing as
"My Next Spastic Nephew".
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 20:10, Reply)

just click away, and it will amuse
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 20:11, Reply)

Mending Our So Called Milkman.
These need to be written.
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 20:23, Reply)

sorry for the caps, I'm having trouble with my normal behaviour as I'm currently laughing too ruddy hard at Danielle Steel's novel titles
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 20:15, Reply)

also:
''My very own hairy Surprise''
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 20:15, Reply)

''A reason for his strangely shaped Milk man''
and the unexplicable
''Expecting the platonic Birthday''
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 20:23, Reply)

Tomorrow I am off to your fine and pleasant (and rapidly sinking) land!
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 21:19, Reply)

isn't there a name for this effect yet? I would dub it 'The Frankenstein Experience'. I remember when I made this it just blew me away. I mean; WTF HAVE I CREATED
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 20:25, Reply)

Once upon a time such a universe was considered unusual and, possibly, impossible.
But then ... it used to be so simple, once upon a time.
Because the universe was full of ignorance all around and the scientist panned through it like a prospector crouched over a mountain stream, looking for the gold of knowledge among the gravel of unreason, the sand of uncertainty and the little whiskery eight-legged swimming things of superstition.
Occasionally he would straighten up and say things like "Hurrah, I've discovered Boyle's Third Law." And everyone knew where they stood. But the trouble was that ignorance became more interesting, especially big fascinating ignorance about huge and important things like matter and creation, and people stopped patiently building their little houses of rational sticks in the chaos of the universe and started getting interested in the chaos itself-partly because it was a lot easier to be an expert on chaos, but mostly because it made really good patterns that you could put on a t-shirt.
And instead of getting on with proper science scientists suddenly went around saying how impossible it was to know anything, and that there wasn't really anything you could call reality to know anything about, and how all this was tremendously exciting, and incidentally did you know there were possibly all these little universes all over the place but no one can see them because they are all curved in on themselves? Incidentally, don't you think this is a rather good t-shirt?
From the incomparable Terry Pratchett's Witches Abroad
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 20:28, Reply)

It's such a shame he's mental now.
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 20:37, Reply)

But I'm sure he'll make light of it. You can be sure that he'll mention it in one of his next books. He's said that he'll be good for another six. I really hope so. I'm still getting over the death of David Gemmel.
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 20:57, Reply)

'Coupled with the spastic Velcro''
''Our unbiased Thong''
''His alleged Hole''
''My Caucasian Excrement''
''Father's wet Justice''
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 20:28, Reply)

hehe
Father's fat Implants
or
Remembering his uncontrollable Dentist
( , Fri 18 Jan 2008, 21:10, Reply)

Has to be my favourite, just because of imagining the story.
( , Sat 19 Jan 2008, 21:29, Reply)