#+TITLE: New Blog
#+DATE: <2019-10-06 Sun 12:55>

It's that time again... I've started a new project to build and maintain my site
and of course it has to come with a new blog post. I'm trying to have it
generate an index based on the files in this directory.

I don't want it to include anything beyond the first paragraph, though. Now I
need to write some content so that it doesn't stay at a 1 minute read. If the
average reading speed is 225 words per minute (it's probably not, but that's
just what I've set my value to right now), I need at least 450 words to go above
the 2 minutes. This means I have to write more nonsense into this post.

It was fun getting the dynamic block up and working, although I still need to
get rid of the =#+BEGIN: blog-posts= from the export. It's really hard to write
enough words for this.

I'm just going to add some Riker ipsum...

I I am your worst nightmare! Damage report! Talk about going nowhere fast.
Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. Your shields were failing,
sir. You bet I'm agitated! I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane.
Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know
ourselves? Sorry, Data. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book?
Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. Maybe if we felt
any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history
would be far less bloody. You're going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data.
Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named "Enterprise." Well,
that's certainly good to know. The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used
to have it for me. How long can two people talk about nothing? Your head is not
an artifact! I recommend you don't fire until you're within 40,000 kilometers. A
surprise party? Mr. Worf, I hate surprise parties. I would *never* do that to you.
Sure. You'd be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. We have a
saboteur aboard. Worf, It's better than music. It's jazz. I think you've let
your personal feelings cloud your judgement. The Federation's gone; the Borg is
everywhere! The game's not big enough unless it scares you a little. What? We're
not at all alike! They were just sucked into space. I will obey your orders. I
will serve this ship as First Officer. And in an attack against the Enterprise,
I will die with this crew. But I will not break my oath of loyalty to Starfleet.
My oath is between Captain Kargan and myself. Your only concern is with how you
obey my orders. Or do you prefer the rank of prisoner to that of lieutenant?
Computer, belay that order. I can't. As much as I care about you, my first duty
is to the ship. Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of
those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. Shields up! Rrrrred
alert! Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. Yes,
absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly! What's a knock-out like you
doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? Ensign Babyface! Well, I'll
say this for him - he's sure of himself. Why don't we just give everybody a
promotion and call it a night - 'Commander'? I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data.
Travel time to the nearest starbase? This is not about revenge. This is about
justice. About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked. and attack
the Romulans. I'm afraid I still don't understand, sir. Then maybe you should
consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full
investigation. A lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral. Computer,
lights up! We know you're dealing in stolen ore. But I wanna talk about the
assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf. Some days you get the bear, and some
days the bear gets you. I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things,
sir. Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on the ship
lately? Besides, you look good in a dress. When has justice ever been as simple
as a rule book? Wouldn't that bring about chaos? But the probability of making a
six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. Did you come here for something
in particular or just general Riker-bashing? Captain, why are we out here
chasing comets? In all trust, there is the possibility for betrayal. Wait a
minute - you've been declared dead. You can't give orders around here. Not if I
weaken first. I've had twelve years to think about it. And if I had it to do
over again, I would have grabbed the phaser and pointed it at you instead of
them. We could cause a diplomatic crisis. Take the ship into the Neutral Zone
Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. Now we know what they mean by 'advanced'
tactical training. And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an
instant to be in two places at once. Fate protects fools, little children and
ships named Enterprise. The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three
primary main processor cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat,
fourteen kiloquad interface modules. For an android with no feelings, he sure
managed to evoke them in others. Could someone survive inside a transporter
buffer for 75 years? Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory
input patterns. That might've been one of the shortest assignments in the
history of Starfleet. I guess it's better to be lucky than good. Mr. Worf, you
do remember how to fire phasers? The unexpected is our normal routine. Yesterday
I did not know how to eat gagh. Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches... and
Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion?