Copyright (c) 2012 The Chromium Authors. All rights reserved. Use of this useless file is governed by a BSD-style license that can be found in the LICENSE file. This file is used for making non-code changes to trigger buildbot cycles. Make any modification below this line. ========================================================================= Let's make a story. Add one sentence for every commit: CHAPTER 1.0: It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents -- except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness. A hooded figure emerged. It was a Domo-Kun. "What took you so long?", inquired his wife. Silence. Oblivious to his silence, she continued, "Did Mr. Usagi enjoy the waffles you brought him?" "You know him, he's not one to forego a waffle, no matter how burnt", he snickered. The pause was filled with the sound of thunder. CHAPTER 2.0: The jelly was as dark as night, and just as runny. The Domo-Kun shuddered, remembering the way Mr. Usagi had speared his waffles with his fork, watching the runny jelly spread and pool across his plate, like the blood of a dying fawn. "It reminds me of that time --" he started, as his wife cut in quickly: "-- please. I can't bear to hear it.". A flury of images coming from the past flowed through his mind. "You recall what happened on Mulholland drive?" The ceiling fan rotated slowly overhead, barely disturbing the thick cigarette smoke. No doubt was left about when the fan was last cleaned. There was a poignant pause. CHAPTER 3.0: Mr. Usagi felt that something wasn't right. Shortly after the Domo-Kun left he began feeling sick. He thought out loud to himself, "No, he wouldn't have done that to me." He considered that perhaps he shouldn't have pushed him so far. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so cold and sarcastic, after the unimaginable horror that had occurred, just the week before. Next time, there won't be any sushi. Why sushis with waffles anyway? It's like salmon in a cereal bowl. CHAPTER 4: The taste of stale sushi in his mouth the next morning was unbearable. He wondered where the sushi came from. He tries to recall the cook's face. Purple? CHAPTER 5: Many years later, Mr. Usagi would laugh at the memory of the earnest, well-intentioned Domo-Kun. Another day in the life... TRUISMS (1978-1983) JENNY HOLZER A LITTLE KNOWLEDGE CAN GO A LONG WAY A LOT OF PROFESSIONALS ARE CRACKPOTS A MAN CAN'T KNOW WHAT IT IS TO BE A MOTHER A NAME MEANS A LOT JUST BY ITSELF A POSITIVE ATTITUDE MEANS ALL THE DIFFERENCE IN THE WORLD A RELAXED MAN IS NOT NECESSARILY A BETTER MAN This commit will change the world as we know it.