A man named Dyson, the last of his species in theuniverse, is wandering aimlessly through a desert. He is looking for something that he thinks can help him make sense of all this—the meaning behind life and everything that's been happening.
"The only way to explain why I'm still walking is that maybe there's a plan to thismadness." He murmurs, "If I had any clue as to what it all meant, maybe then I'd know what I was supposed to do next. Maybe then I could figure out how to get home... or at least where home was."
And perhaps ... yes. There, in the distance, Dyson spots something. A white glint in the desert sand. Walking towards it, he picks it up, possibilities racing through his mind as his heart beats furiously. It turns out to be a piece of paper and, flipping it over, it turns out to have fifteen strange facts scrawled on it. They are:
Johnny Cash’s given name was J.R., which didn’t stand for anything.
Ozone is what we smell when there’s a storm coming.
The Avengers was a last minute idea.
Boston got rid of Santa for 22 years.
More PCs had “Doom” than Windows in 99
Low-cost housing in Mexico was made with sets from “The Matrix: Reloaded.”
Millions of birds are saved every year by making radio antennas blink differently.
A “Platoon” actor opened a restaurant run by several sets of twins.
There is a gambling loophole in Japan.
Ravens call over larger predators to open up dead animals for them.
The pebble toad flings itself off of cliffs to evade predators.