Jacob’s FOSSwire article about GNOME’s new appearances panel has hit Digg.

We’re doing really well lately, we just posted a survey for our readers and we’re getting lots of great responses. Keep up the great work Peter and Jacob!

Lorem Ipscream (thanks to Russell for the link) is seemingly just another Lorem Ipsum generator, albeit with a hot design. I personally use the generator at Lipsum.com (or if I’m pressed for time I can just visit http://www.lipsum.com/feed/html to get a 5 paragraph bite of LipSum text) so it didn’t seem to me that Lorem Ipscream would pique my interests.

Then I saw that it has a poetry generator:

Sailing Three Tuesdays
Like omg, I can’t believe that my parents didn’t let me go to the Fallout Boy concert! Channel the spirit of millions of pre-teens to make your perfect sob ballad.

Yes. Perfect. Brilliant.

My generated poem?

Cause we like to see us as a dream, I am guided by the gaze of uncaring faces.
You don’t even care what you think.
Tax away my troubles make me be the same.
Cause we like to take anything.
Sway side to side and watch my blood run cold you’re not cool britannia.
Oh, look what you say.

Oh. My. God.

I actually burst out laughing when I read this. For those of you who don’t read the MySpaces of angsty teens (I’m a teen too, please don’t come for me Chris Hansen) this is very much representative of the bad poetry that is so prevalent on MySpace.

My ex-girlfriend used to write this bad poetry. Seeing a generator that was able to produce poetry at the same caliber was just all the better. Seriously.

From an email forward:

An Upscale Bar

A ‘C’ an ‘E-flat’ and a ‘G’ walk into a bar. The bartender said, “Sorry, I don’t serve minors”. The E-flat left and the C and G had an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth was diminished and the G was out flat.

An F entered and tried to augment the situation but was not sharp enough. A D entered and excused himself to the bathroom, saying, “I’ll just be a second”. An A entered but the bartender wasn’t convinced this relative of C was not a minor.

Then the bartender noticed a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar. “Get out, right now!” he exclaimed. “You’re the seventh minor I’ve found in this bar tonight”.

The next night the E-flat returned to the bar in a 3-piece suit. The bartender said, “You’re looking sharp tonight. This could be a major development”. This was the case, when the E-flat took off the suit and everything else to stand there au natural. Eventually, the C sobered up and realized in horror that he was under a rest. He was brought to trial, found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a minor, and was sentenced to ten years of D.S. without the possibility of a Coda.

On appeal, he was found innocent of any wrongdoing, even accidental, because the accusation was bassless.

The bartender decided he needed a rest - and closed the bar.

Jacob put together a kick-ass terminal cheat sheet for FOSSwire. Take a look, and digg it if you wish.