When Bob Newhart was doing stand up on Ed Sullivan. One joke he told has always stuck with me -- reoccuring to me many times across the decades.
He said, "If they ever sit these infinite number of monkeys down before typewriters, they'd have to have human "checkers" who read everything typed by the monkeys to see if it was Shakespearean." "Here's a dialog between checkers." "Anything over there from your monkeys?" "Nah, just the normal gibberish." "Man it takes like forever for something good to happen." "Hey I think I've got something here, Fred. 'To be or not to be, that is the ..... ....... ...... guzzornumplatt." And why that joke stuck probably is a big tell about my personality. Maybe I am always going to be a guzzornumplatt away from enlightenment's perfection. Not that I'm not enlightened, but if I were to be not enlightened, I'd be a guzzornumplatt away from it, mebets. To date, I don't know how far a guzzornumplatt is. It seems quite a distance. Any help from you guys about this would be appreciated. Edg --- In [email protected], "jim_flanegin" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > --- In [email protected], new.morning <no_reply@> wrote: > > > > http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Infinite_monkey_theorem > > > > The problem with the five post limit is that it defeats the vast > > possibilities for brilliant cognitions inherent in the infinite > monkey > > theorem. > > > However if space is substituted for time in the infinite monkey > theorem, the complete works of Shakespeare, all of the posts thus > appearing in FFL, and in fact the entire Library of Congress a billion > times over has already been typed out flawlessly, or perhaps > flawlessly backwards, by the typing monkey. And I do mean actual > monkeys at actual typewriters. Without white out. Wearing fezes. And > pince nez. eating grapes. Honest. >
