Take the first sentence of the first entry of each month in 2004 and smoosh them into a paragraph to see what you get.
Sure it's silly. But hey, why not? Sounds like the results could be interesting, so here goes—the first ever, the Boston Diaries 2004 Year End Mash-up:
And I feel fine. I am so far behind on entries it's not even funny. For any of this to make any sense, I have to explain my current job situation. Yes, I haven't updated here in a while. Yet more Internet outtages this week. You may notice the ad at the top of my sidebar to the left (and if you are reading this not on my site—now you have a reason to stop by). Through Spring's church, we obtained tickets to a minor-league baseball game at Roger Dean Stadium, which is located at the north campus of FAU. Remember kids, never swallow liquid nitrogen! When Mom and I moved down here in 1979, we were immediately greeted with the spectacle of Hurricane David bearing down on us. This is incredible news and I wish the scientists luck in applying this to humans. And thus it starts: National Novel Writing Month. It's been over a year, and we're still not quite there with the “virtual gaming table” that Bob wants.
Now, I had to take some liberties—for instance, some of the entries the first literal sentance was from something I quoted, so I opted instead of grab the first sentance I wrote (which gives us the wonderful “Remember kids, never swallow liquid nitrogen!”), which, I think, is more in the spirit of what was intended, if not the letter.
Although, if you are curious enough to see what this would read if you pulled the first literal sentance, be my guest …