1. Ms Wingsurf is horribly surprised today. It semed as if international catastrophes were arising from the very appearing of … a certain number of articles by these oblique means, and she was to choose between cutting down my references or closing down the whole. Of course she decided immediately (in spite of the obvious sympathy she discovered for her new name) that the bread and butter of dozen’s to millions WordPress team and … admirors and clients, was rather to be prefered to an internet hooligan. Thus, it was forbidden with tears and paper tissues, to receive my tagged articles anywhere. (In the meantime, Israeli high officers had simply pointed out, that tagged articles seem really to induce into error concerning eventual national support, so that, even if Greece was not asked about their possible liking of such a thing, ‘nation-tagged’ references were banned from Google’s surface. Yes, of all of them. Even state linked articles, which were the one’s commonly allowed to appear under such tags before Ms Wingsurf catastrophical appreciation of the situation did put such a disorder in the general order. — Google, don’t worry, Israel is behind you: you’ll soon find the particular hint to  a general solution. What Israel, Grandma says, say thanks to Eskay’s mother (she uses to call me like that), otherwise I’d tell you where you’d be googlying now…) No, Maam, it was not Israel to forbid the unusual proliferation of my articles, it was GER/FRA under pretext that it may hurt Israeli sensitivity because of a certain number of … references (that were not mentioned.) Yes, I have a lot problems, to say the truth, these ””’*****””” are hunting me for unknown reasons and are desperately trying to avoid that my marvellous discoveries may not give me reputation, glory and fame!!! (yes, because it’s a woman: imagine …)

In any case, Ms Wingsurf was horribly disappointed and didn’t even want to go to work today. What was not her surprise, when the secretary phoned her in order to say that it was all nothing but suspicions (what suspicions, she thought, I’ve activitated the buttom myself), all the references were all still there, even the hooligan’s name and even, yes even references to famous and glorious people where yet to be found everywhere, but really everywhere in Google.

2. It’s true that CNN had sent an urgent alert all over the US, saying please nobody to join the Aleatory Club, as it was suspected to be a well hidden terrorist group with branches going from Alabama to Ecuador and from there to Islamabad, Pakistan, and first of all, not to make researches in Google that may hit their text’s targets and thus fill up the table of stats having as effect the possible social cover and general ascension of the before mentioned group, already known as the’last of Alabama’ with branch ‘last of Allah’. (I will have to inform the Pentagone of the fact that ‘the last of Allah’ is the name of Pakistani Secret Services, please, do not confuse even if it may be confusing …).

3. All was finally mixed up by two or three little aleatory events.

a) my aunt, living in Pakistan, yes, I had asked to tell my mother on her birthday (November 5th) greetings and to have a look at my http’s, was so surprised by the discovery of her name in google, that she immediately went for the search of mine. Highly surprised of discovering that I was already so famous without anyone knowing it, she spent almost 427.976 rupis in a telephone call to Spain in order to inform my mother of her very, but really very, very strange discoveries. My mother didn’t believe a word, as usual, and decidedly stepped into an internet café for the first time in her life, in order to proove to my aunt, that she was saying none sens, and please to behave herself and stop spreading unconsistent rumours. When she thus asked from the girl in the internet to do whatever in order to have the definite proof of whatever … she … just kept staring at the screen with thousands and thousands of references of my name and … forgot everything. Moved by the aery wings of a sudden inspiration, she made her way to the local tv, and with her usually quite determined looking tones said to whoever she met in front: “My daughter appears 10.000 times in Google.” It happened that that day there were hardly news in the local tv, and director decided to make of it a new, although my mother just wanted to share her extreme happyness with someone. Thus, most enchanted valencians learned about the aleatory club, and hundreds threw themselves on the street in order to be better informed about the subject.

In the meantime Israeli officers had decided not to continue researches in order to avoid the confluent influence of determined factors on aleatory research, but aleatorily continued talking about the subject (if this is not an influence …)

My mother couldn’t sleep that night and spent 341 rupis in order to inform my aunt of the extreme exactitude of her informations (she’s always been a little gripped). Of course the news were spread through internal telephone lines from family member to family member, until finally news arrived to uncle Fernando, who, as former IBM ingeneer, first verified, than sat down, and thought: That’s really strange. And asked former IBM mates for a rational explanation of the event. They answered:”She must be really rich.” Und uncle Fernando immediately suspected that something was wrong in general information sources.

As though ENDESA president happened to be in Valencia at that moment, having three or four days rest to recover from the shock of having been mentioned in Forbes or other most distinguished review as one of the most solid business in Europ and even worldwide, he heard the news and immediately verified. Spanish Google does never say : and other possible mentions, but and … 10.000 other possible mentions, and this, this made ENDESA president forget his former shock. He sprang up, took a plane to Madrid and put 17 people to make a research on how this had possibly happened. Careful phone calls were directed to several agencies that could possibly have information about Google’s system of functioning, but none had an answer. Finally someone said, Google alone, and ENDESA president, after having introduced himself as ‘Forbes’ mentioned president of ENDESA’ was connected with Google President Dashtag (that’s the best soyouthinkican!, yes, it sounds more … male, let us say), who laughed at the news and said: impossible. President ENDESA remembered his granduncle had been a well known national bull fighter, and representing himself in front of a Sevillan bull of horrible aspect, he put his most convincing tone to say: “I have evidence. Just enter: Sonja Kasten, sonjakasten1.” As the computer was on, Mr Dashtag entered the name incidentally and… and… let the handle fall. “Mr Dashtag … Mr Dashtag…” (Really, these Americans could at least say goodbye. But what, with such a business, he must have a lot to do.) And ENDESA president convinced himself of the fact that he had been mislead in his appreciation by the somewhat exaggerated presentation of Valencia tv.

In the meantime, Mr Dashtag was staring at his screen, became pale, accidentally remembered Ms Wingsurf’s phone call a few days ago and … started running. (He is still working at the problem.)

4. Precisily, nobody knew that my grandma had not looked at tv that day because she was immerged in stats and researches. In two days she managed to get the rudiments of statistics, became green of jealousy when she saw already Israeli and Russian had broken the internal logic of aletory something (it’s true that she continued saying aerologics, which she thought more beautiful), read the recommandation NOT to copy a psychic type, entered herself in a psychic disposition where she thought of the possible national shame arising from the fact that these Israeli and Russian had again been first to the moon when all these capital informations would become a greatest step forward in human history, and contrary to Natasha, who had thought of a horrible accident and terrible coincidence, she thought, she’d do it. Yes, she is black, my grandma, but it doesn’t matter, there are psychic relatives, too.

She thus went into the research of herself, what she would be interested to find, and how she would try to get the information. And the most beautiful tags arrived to her mind, which she said, after all, even if it doesn’t hit any target, as this hooligan says, they will at least proove that we tried and didn’t copy! One after the other 8 targets were hit by grandma, and very, but very scientifically, she made even researches in page 2 and 3 and went up to seven, and then feeled horribly tired. She hoped, as she had carefully opened the pages for me to know that she had seen that article through that targets, that I would have time enough (she really thinks I’m someone horribly important with 3.789 people running for me and making researches) to have a glance on her results. Don’t say grandma: as well Natasha as Sask are working at the stats department of horribly sophisticated nations in the section of information analysis. What about you? You had the dream of going to university and … learned everything by yourself? Well, grandma, think that even Israel and Russia will certainly accept your privileged intelligence and extraordinary quickness in reaction and understanding, and won’t quarrel about first places!! Thus, greetings to you, and welcome to the aleatory club, along with Natasha and Sask and Athina Onassis (who was so enchanted by my invitation that she didn’t appear today on the screen), if you don’t mind.

5. CNN did not consider the possibility of soyouthinkican copying all, but really all the texts and sending them per e-mail to thousands and thousands of little americans who spent their day and night laughing with Ms Wingsurf’s adventures and gave thus … the necessary psychological backing to grandma!

Aleatory research is … aleatory, Sask! And even orders sometimes …