Thought(s) of the Day

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Shift Happens . . . to Celtic sounding movie scores, apparently.

Don't know if all these assertions are true, but I assume most of them are.



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Thought of the Day

A Shameless Appeal For Blog Set-up Advice

I am looking to receive and share tips on setting up attractive, functional blogs.
"Nate," you say, "why not just get tips and input from Dashboard?"

"Because Dashboard cannot personally critique my blog, nor is it as acutely aware of this blog's many maladies as are my friends," says I.

So, if anyone want to share their blogging acumen with me and the legion readers of The Ricochet, it would be greatly appreciated.

I Just Discovered Your Comments . . .

. . . buried in an "unmoderated comment" page. How was I to know that your comments needed my moderation? As any reader of this blog knows, the last thing we need around here is more moderation.

Anyway, I figured it out and comments should show up automatically. Provided my crummy blog-setup skills haven't failed me. I'll make a ribald appeal in my next post.

Stop Worrying About Killer Astroids; The U.N. is on It.

Some may say that it's a bit premature to start worrying about killer astroids scheduled to graze earth in 2036, but those people would probably not be members of the U.N.

A confidence-inspiring quote from Reuters:

The favored approach to dealing with a potentially deadly space rock is to dispatch a spacecraft that would use gravity to alter the asteroid's course so it no longer threatens Earth, said astronaut Ed Lu, a veteran of the International Space Station.

Personally, I favor giant rock-busting lasers shot from triangular-shaped spacecraft, but I could be persuaded otherwise. Which approach to do you favor?

(HT: www.powerlineblog.com)

Upcoming Movie on Human Trafficking

I believe this is the first major motion-picture centered on the issue of sex-slavery. From the film's description, it looks to be a jarring and appalling night at the movies. From the Yahoo Movie Details Page:

Two different girls from very different backgrounds are both sold into prostitution and the sex slave industry. One is a Romanian girl forced into sex slavery after being promised a better life in America. The brother of the other girl--a Mexican girl abducted and forced into the trade--joins forces with a cop and discovers he is the father of a young daughter who is also likely a sex slave.

This film will undoubtedly raise awareness of the sex-slave trade and hopefully will also create the same kind of response as did Hotel Rwanda. The difference being that Hotel Rwanda had a retrospective posture toward a unimagineable tragedy, while the evil being portayed in Trade will likely feel much more current.

How Many of These 37 Fads Owned You at One Time or Another?

Let he who is without sin cast the first stone . . .

Smart or Stoopid?

Perhaps you've wondered your whole life whether you were Einstein or dumb-as-a-stein.
Wonder no more.

I'm Back . . . with Explanations

Those of you who have frequented this site in the past may be wondering if my typing fingers (the index fingers on both hands) were chewed off by a moray eel over the holidays or if I had simply left the blogosphere to publish my own hard-copy newsletter which I would specially hand-deliver to my most devoted readers.

As usual, the truth is somewhere in the middle.

After milking the eel injuries for as long as I could and finally being told by my mom that she had enough newsletters for her scrapbook, I decided to return to blogging. Thus, here I am - but with new principles.

Previously, I resolved to post only things that I deemed to be of a high quality. Obviously, my discernment as to what constitutes "quality" may be lacking, but what I found is that I simply did not have/take enough time to write good, edifying material. But I wanted to post stuff, so I would, nevertheless, pound out some tiresome tripe about nonesense and suffer you to wade through it.

So, I was at a juncture. Either post quality at the fequency of an ice-age; or post reality at a more frequent pace.

Easy choice.

So, you may be deluged with mounds of gravel in the coming months, with an occasional fleck of gold tumbling through the rubble. But for the most part, this season in life will only afford enough time to provide time-wasting-but-hopefuly-interesting material.

Love always,

Nate