Copyright 2014 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 zero+ sentences for every commit: CHÄPTER 1: It was a dark and blinky 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 elements. 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 compile errors. CHAPTER 2: 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: 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 so hard. 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 sushi with waffles anyway? It's like adorning breakfast cereal with halibut -- shameful. CHAPTER 4: The taste of stale sushi in his mouth the next morning was unbearable. He wondered where the sushi came from as he attempted to wash the taste away with a bottle of 3000¥ sake. He tries to recall the cook's face. Purple? Probably. CHAPTER 5: Many tears later, Mr. Usagi would laugh at the memory of the earnest, well-intentioned Domo-Kun. Another day in the life. That is when he realized that life goes on. 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 NO ONE SHOULD EVER USE SVN AN INFLEXIBLE POSITION SOMETIMES IS A SIGN OF PARALYSIS IT IS MANS FATE TO OUTSMART HIMSELF BEING SURE OF YOURSELF MEANS YOU'RE A FOOL AM NOT ARE TOO IF AT FIRST YOU DON'T SUCCEED: TRY, EXCEPT, FINALLY AND THEN, TIME LEAPT BACKWARDS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh LOT I'm really tempted to change something above the line. Reeccciiiipppppeeeeeesssssss!!!!!!!!! PEOPLE SAY "FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION", BUT FAILURE IS ALWAYS AN OPTION. WHAT GOES UP MUST HAVE A NON-ZERO VELOCITY I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their moves... What could possibly go wrong? We've already ate our cake. Stand Still. Pause Clocks. We can make the World Stop. WUBWUBWUBWUBWUB I want a 1917 build and you will give me what I want. This sentence is false. Beauty is in the eyes of a Beholder. I'm the best at space. The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain, he fell madly in love with him. * * * Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee; as for the time it did me. There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness. And there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in the sunny spaces. And even if he for ever flies within the gorge, that gorge is in the mountains; so that even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is still higher than other birds upon the plain, even though they soar. * * * I'm here to commit lines and drop rhymes * This is a line to test and try uploading a cl. And lo, in the year 2014, there was verily an attempt to upgrade to GCC 4.8 on the Android bots, and it was good. Except on one bot, where it was bad. And lo, the change was reverted, and GCC went back to 4.6, where code is slower and less optimized. And verily did it break the build, because artifacts had been created with 4.8, and alignment was no longer the same, and a great sadness descended upon the Android GN buildbot, and it did refuseth to build any more. But the sheriffs thought to themselves: Placebo! Let us clobber the bot, and perhaps it will rebuild with GCC 4.6, which hath worked for many many seasons. And so they modified the whitespace file with these immortal lines, and visited it upon the bots, that great destruction might be wrought upon their outdated binaries. In clobberus, veritas. As the git approaches, light begins to shine through the SCM thrice again... However, the git, is, after all, quite stupid. Suddenly Domo-Kun found itself in a room filled with dazzling mirrors. A herd of wild gits appears! Time for CQ :D And one more for sizes.py... What's an overmarketed dietary supplement expressing sadness, relief, tiredness, or a similar feeling.? Ah-Sigh-ee. It was love at first sight. The moment Yossarian first laid eyes on the chaplain, he fell madly in love with him. Cool whitespace change for git-cl land Oh god the bots are red! I'm blind! Mmmm, cronuts. If you stand on your head, you will get footprints in your hair. sigh sigher pick up cls In the BUILD we trust. ^_^ In the masters we don't. In the tryservers, we don't either. In the CQ sometimes. Auto-generated by git-eject-upstream (http://goo.gl/cIHsYR) My sandwiches are like my children: I love them all. No, really, I couldn't eat another bit. When I hunger I think of you, and a pastrami sandwich. Don't make a terrible mistake!