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Copyright 2014 The Chromium Authors. All rights reserved.
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Use of this useless file is governed by a BSD-style license that can be
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found in the LICENSE file.
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This file is used for making non-code changes to trigger buildbot cycles. Make
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any modification below this line.
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======================================================================
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Let's make a story. Add zero+ sentences for every commit:
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CHÄPTER 1:
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It was a dark and blinky night; the rain fell in torrents -- except at
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occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which
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swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along
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the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that
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struggled against the elements. A hooded figure emerged.
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It was a Domo-Kun.
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"What took you so long?", inquired his wife.
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Silence. Oblivious to his silence, she continued, "Did Mr. Usagi enjoy the
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waffles you brought him?" "You know him, he's not one to forego a waffle,
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no matter how burnt," he snickered.
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The pause was filled with the sound of compile errors.
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CHAPTER 2:
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The jelly was as dark as night, and just as runny.
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The Domo-Kun shuddered, remembering the way Mr. Usagi had speared his waffles
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with his fork, watching the runny jelly spread and pool across his plate,
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like the blood of a dying fawn. "It reminds me of that time --" he started, as
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his wife cut in quickly: "-- please. I can't bear to hear it.". A flury of
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images coming from the past flowed through his mind.
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"You recall what happened on Mulholland drive?" The ceiling fan rotated slowly
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overhead, barely disturbing the thick cigarette smoke. No doubt was left about
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when the fan was last cleaned.
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There was a poignant pause.
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CHAPTER 3:
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Mr. Usagi felt that something wasn't right. Shortly after the Domo-Kun left he
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began feeling sick. He thought out loud to himself, "No, he wouldn't have done
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that to me." He considered that perhaps he shouldn't have pushed so hard.
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Perhaps he shouldn't have been so cold and sarcastic, after the unimaginable
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horror that had occurred just the week before.
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Next time, there won't be any sushi. Why sushi with waffles anyway? It's like
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adorning breakfast cereal with halibut -- shameful.
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CHAPTER 4:
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The taste of stale sushi in his mouth the next morning was unbearable. He
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wondered where the sushi came from as he attempted to wash the taste away with
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a bottle of 3000¥ sake. He tries to recall the cook's face. Green? Probably.
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CHAPTER 5:
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Many tears later, Mr. Usagi would laugh at the memory of the earnest,
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well-intentioned Domo-Kun. Another day in the life. That is when he realized that
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life goes on.
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$CHAPTER6
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TRUISMS (1978-1983)
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JENNY HOLZER
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A LITTLE KNOWLEDGE CAN GO A LONG WAY
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A LOT OF PROFESSIONALS ARE CRACKPOTS
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A MAN CAN'T KNOW WHAT IT IS TO BE A MOTHER
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A NAME MEANS A LOT JUST BY ITSELF
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A POSITIVE ATTITUDE MEANS ALL THE DIFFERENCE IN THE WORLD
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A RELAXED MAN IS NOT NECESSARILY A BETTER MAN
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NO ONE SHOULD EVER USE SVN
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AN INFLEXIBLE POSITION SOMETIMES IS A SIGN OF PARALYSIS
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IT IS MANS FATE TO OUTSMART HIMSELF
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BEING SURE OF YOURSELF MEANS YOU'RE A FOOL
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AM NOT
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ARE TOO
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IF AT FIRST YOU DON'T SUCCEED: TRY, EXCEPT, FINALLY
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AND THEN, TIME LEAPT BACKWARDS
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh LOT
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I'm really tempted to change something above the line.
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Reeccciiiipppppeeeeeesssssss!!!!!!!!!
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PEOPLE SAY "FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION", BUT FAILURE IS ALWAYS AN OPTION.
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WHAT GOES UP MUST HAVE A NON-ZERO VELOCITY
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I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their moves...
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What could possibly go wrong? We've already ate our cake.
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Stand Still. Pause Clocks. We can make the World Stop.
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WUBWUBWUBWUBWUB
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I want a 1917 build and you will give me what I want.
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This sentence is false.
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Beauty is in the eyes of a Beholder.
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I'm the best at space.
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The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain, he fell madly in love with him.
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*
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*
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Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee; as for
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the time it did me. There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is
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madness. And there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down
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into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in
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the sunny spaces. And even if he for ever flies within the gorge, that gorge
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is in the mountains; so that even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is
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still higher than other birds upon the plain, even though they soar.
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*
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*
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I'm here to commit lines and drop rhymes
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This is a line to test and try uploading a cl.
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Yay, another first commit! What a beautiful day!
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And lo, in the year 2014, there was verily an attempt to upgrade to GCC 4.8 on
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the Android bots, and it was good. Except on one bot, where it was bad. And
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lo, the change was reverted, and GCC went back to 4.6, where code is slower
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and less optimized. And verily did it break the build, because artifacts had
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been created with 4.8, and alignment was no longer the same, and a great
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sadness descended upon the Android GN buildbot, and it did refuseth to build
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any more. But the sheriffs thought to themselves: Placebo! Let us clobber the
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bot, and perhaps it will rebuild with GCC 4.6, which hath worked for many many
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seasons. And so they modified the whitespace file with these immortal lines,
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and visited it upon the bots, that great destruction might be wrought upon
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their outdated binaries. In clobberus, veritas.
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As the git approaches, light begins to shine through the SCM thrice again...
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However, the git, is, after all, quite stupid.
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Suddenly Domo-Kun found itself in a room filled with dazzling mirrors. As
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Domo-Kun looked around, it realized that some of the mirrors were actually but
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pale reflections of true reality.
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A herd of wild gits appears! Time for CQ :D
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And one more for sizes.py...
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What's an overmarketed dietary supplement expressing sadness, relief,
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tiredness, or a similar feeling.? Ah-Sigh-ee.
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It was love at first sight. The moment Yossarian first laid eyes on the chaplain, he fell madly in love with him.
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Cool whitespace change for git-cl land
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Oh god the bots are red! I'm blind! Mmmm, cronuts.
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If you stand on your head, you will get footprints in your hair.
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sigh
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sigher
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pick up cls
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In the BUILD we trust.
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^_^
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In the masters we don't.
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In the tryservers, we don't either.
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In the CQ sometimes.
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Auto-generated by git-eject-upstream (http://goo.gl/cIHsYR)
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My sandwiches are like my children: I love them all.
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No, really, I couldn't eat another bit.
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When I hunger I think of you, and a pastrami sandwich.
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Do make a terrible mistake every once in a while.
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I just made two.
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Mistakes are the best sometimes.
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\o/
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This is groovy.
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SECRET ENDING: IT WAS _____ ALL ALONG!
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testing trailing line.
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So many books, so little time.
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