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-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. |
- |
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-This file is used for making non-code changes to trigger buildbot cycles. Make |
-any modification below this line. |
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-====================================================================== |
- |
-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... |
- |
-Sigh. |
- |
-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. |