Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Oh, I love humor about Star Trek red-shirts. I remember clear back when we were living in Arizona — the show had been canceled, but only just, like two years before. We’d tune in faithfully at six in the evening, and Kirk would rise majestically from his famous chair and bark out — “Spock! Bones! Scotty! And…Ensign Peterson…meet me in Transporter Room Three. We’re going down there.” We’d all pass a glance around the living room and say to each other, “uh oh.”
They got dehydrated by ferocious dehydrating monsters. Run over by roasting lasagna monsters. Vaporized. Labotomized. All manner of things…and Starfleet would keep recruiting more of them. Real Navy guys would talk about the absurdity of the highest-ranking officers on a ship of some four hundred plus, going “on shore” by themselves…and us die-hard fans would retaliate, “Nuh huh! They always got that one guy…” And we’d be right, of course.
And now, someone has demonstrated analytics with the whole thing.
What? You don’t know about the Red Shirt Phenomenon? Well, as any die-hard Trekkie knows, if you are wearing a red shirt and beam to the planet with Captain Kirk, you’re gonna die. That’s the common thinking, but I decided to put this to the test. After all, I hadn’t seen any definitive proof; it’s just what people said. (Remind you of your current web analytics strategy?) So, let’s set our phasers on ‘stun’ and see what we find…
H/T: Miss Cellania.
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