The bloody future," Spider muttered. "What's it ever done for us? - K. A. Bedford

You going somewhere with this, Spider, or can we just take it as read that you’re a bit cranky today?

He’d lived with a mad sculptress for long enough that he knew (believed, really) that much of what passed for art these days was bullshit, all naked emperors and nobody commenting on it. In any case, as soon as he registered, “ah, sculpture”, he lost interest and looked away.

Okay, then," Spider said. "I have the D6. I have the wicked power of pseudo-random number generation right here in my hot little hand.