You can keep your shoes on if it makes you more comfortable. Actually, please do, and watch where you step.

I am Noah Coventon, Keeper of Monkeys. This is the house of Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Obscure References.

My house is infinite, stretching as far as your mind can comprehend. And it stinks. I’d put on a mask before you enter. 

I’ve been testing a thought experiment ever since I was a little kid. Past this atrium, you will see the main area is full of an infinite number of monkeys, clacking away at infinite typewriters. I’m trying to see how long it will be before they type up Hamlet. Or Romeo and Juliet. Or maybe some Moby Dick. I’d take a lot of variety at this point. 

I’ve been at it for around a decade now, but my monkeys aren’t big on collaboration. So far, the bulk of what I’ve gotten is a lot of complaining, a lot of gibberish, and a whole steaming heap of defecation. It’s not like I have the money to hire infinite animal handlers either, so this hazard zone is pretty much what I’ve got to work with.

Every once in a while, though, I get a gem. Couple monkeys come together and make something somewhat interesting. At least interesting enough to share, even though it’s not Hamlet by any means.

So I’m gonna start building up a library, full of everything I get from the monkeys that isn’t complete gibberish. I’d appreciate it if you took a look. (It’s that tiny little icon on the top right)

I’m sure you’ve got it from here. Please, leave comments wherever, if you’ve got any input for me. There’s a little doo-dad at the bottom there if you want to know whenever I find something new. Now, if you’ll excuse me, It’s time for me to go brave the troop once more.