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December 24, 2008

Wednesday, December 24th, 2008

Really Good Quotes "A mind, once expanded by a new idea, never returns to its original dimensions." - Oliver Wendell Holmes

Greetings, Quotaholics:

My father and father-in-law both served during World War II and my husband was a Marine during the Vietnam War. After their tour of duties, they received different welcomes back into society. Bill Broadie also served during Vietnam, according to Country World News.

Broadie is also a fourth-generation cattle farmer from Kansas. These two parts of his life have come together as a way to help servicemen and women today. Back in September of 2006, Broadie became discouraged by the negative coverage of the American military. He decided to do something to show the young men and women serving their country that the general public was supportive of the troops regardless of their feelings about the war.

He founded the All American Beef Battalion in July 2007. The most difficult part of getting things started was, of course, government interference. He finally got his non-profit status approved.

"Our mission is to promote American beef and to support the troops, and their families, fighting the war on terror," said Broadie. His Beef Battalion provides steak dinners for deploying, homecoming, and injured military personnel. They are funded by donations and use volunteers to cook and serve the meals.

In the fourteen and half months since they started serving meals, they have fed 5,370 soldiers and family members at steak dinners. Their steaks are purchased directly from meat packers and cost about $12 per meal. They have had six deployment, four homecoming, and two wounded soldier events and have two more dinners planned for January and another one for February.

They currently hold dinners stateside, but would go wherever funding allowed. They would like to be able to afford to feed soldiers, sailors, airmen, and Marines in war zones but need more funds to do so. Like all other programs funded by donations, they have seen a decline in funding as the economy has slowed. They do maintain a website and accept donations via the All American Beef Battalion site.

I have a brand new computer and have installed some fancy (but free) security programs. One is AVG anti-virus (recommended by Tim) and the other is SUPERAntiSpyware recommenced by Dear Webby. Google Chrome (my browser) also has security built in. One of these programs warned me the security for the donations page was a questionable site, meaning it may not be safe to donate via that page.

There is contact information with online communication opportunities, snail mail, and a phone number.

I really don’t have any questions to ask regarding this article. I am just offering you the information in case you would like to buy a service person a steak dinner. It seemed like a holiday thing to do. No bad news from me, either. Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanzaa, Thrilling Thursday – whatever you are doing for December 25 and until the end of the year.

Merrily,

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"What I don’t like about office Christmas parties is looking for a job the next day." - Phyllis Diller

"There’s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child." - Erma Bombeck

Christmas, 1914

The war in Europe was only four months old, yet it had already reached a savagery unknown until that time. After the initial success of the German army, the war became a desperate trench struggle with a very high casualty count. The promise of early success seemed like a far away dream. The snow and the cold of 1914 made things even worse, but as the darkness fell on Christmas Eve something happened that would never occur again. Sir Edward Hulse, a 25-year-old lieutenant, wrote in his diary about this strange occurrence. "A scout named F. Marker went out and met a German Patrol and was given a glass of whisky and some cigars, and a message was sent back, saying that if we didn’t fire at them they would not fire at us." That night, where the fighting only five days earlier had been fierce, suddenly just stopped.

The following morning, Christmas day, German soldiers walked towards the British lines while the British came out to greet their enemy. They exchanged souvenirs with each other and the British gave the German soldiers plum pudding as a Christmas greeting. Soon arrangements were made to bury the dead British soldiers whose bodies were lying in no man’s land. The Germans brought the bodies over and prayers were exchanged. The sprit of Christmas overcame the horror of war as peace broke out across the front. The Germans, who previously were viewed as demonized beasts by the British and French, almost always initiated it. This contact was followed by song. The Germans sang ‘Die Wacht Am Rhein’ and the British soldiers sang ‘Christians Wake.’ It was in many ways a miracle. Sapper J. Davey, a British soldier, wrote this in his diary. "Most peculiar Christmas I’ve ever spent and ever likely to. One could hardly believe the happenings." Hate, for a moment, disappeared along the Western front.

Another British soldier, Second Lt. Dougan Chater wrote, "About 10 o’clock this morning I was peeping over the parapet when I saw a German, waving his arms, and presently two of them got out of their trenches and came towards ours. We were just going to fire on them when we saw that they had no rifles so one of our men went out to meet them and in about two minutes the ground between the two lines of trenches was swarming with men and officers of both sides, shaking hands and wishing each other a happy Christmas." This continued for nearly an hour before their superiors ordered the men back to their trenches. The powers to be objected to this display of humanity by the common soldier. For a brief moment, their gesture ended a war that the leaders of both sides would continue to fight for nearly four more years. Millions more would die, indeed many of the men who greeted each other would perish, but their sprits live on in history as an example to all of us. We have much more in common with each other than the differences that divide us. Peace is better than war. Understanding is more important than division. Love can overcome hate. Always question our leaders. Happy Holidays!

Sources: The First World War, Martin Gilbert
[A point to ponder. What would have happened if at that moment the soldiers from both sides had simply said the hell with it, flipped their commanders the bird, thrown down their weapons, and walked off? What would the history of WWI be today?

This story is so unparalleled to my knowledge in the history of warfare at any time it deserves a second look. The poem below refers to the same incident. Perhaps there is no better time of the year to think of these things than right now.

It also makes this quote seem appropriate. "Discipline is simply the art of making the soldiers fear their officers more than the enemy." - Claude Adrien Helvetius, French philosopher (1715-1771) ]

Christmas In The Trenches
© John McCutcheon

My name is Francis Tolliver, I come from Liverpool.
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school.

To Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany to here
I fought for King and country I love dear.

‘Twas Christmas in the trenches, where the frost so bitter hung,
The frozen fields of France were still, no Christmas song was sung

Our families back in England were toasting us that day
Their brave and glorious lads so far away.

I was lying with me messmate on the cold and rocky ground
When across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound

Says I, "Now listen up, me boys!" each soldier strained to hear
As one young German voice sang out so clear.

"He’s singing bloody well, you know!" my partner says to me
Soon, one by one, each German voice joined in harmony

The cannons rested silent, the gas clouds rolled no more
As Christmas brought us respite from the war

As soon as they were finished and a reverent pause was spent
"God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen" struck up some lads from Kent

The next they sang was "Stille Nacht." "’Tis ‘Silent Night,’" says I
And in two tongues one song filled up that sky

"There’s someone coming toward us!" the front line sentry cried
All sights were fixed on one lone figure trudging from their side

His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shone on that plain so bright
As he, bravely, strode unarmed into the night

Soon one by one on either side walked into No Man’s Land
With neither gun nor bayonet we met there hand to hand

We shared some secret brandy and we wished each other well
And in a flare-lit soccer game we gave ‘em hell

We traded chocolates, cigarettes, and photographs from home
These sons and fathers far away from families of their own

Young Sanders played his squeezebox and they had a violin
This curious and unlikely band of men.

Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more
With sad farewells we each prepared to settle back to war

But the question haunted every heart that lived that wonderous night
"Whose family have I fixed within my sights?"

‘Twas Christmas in the trenches where the frost, so bitter hung
The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung

For the walls they’d kept between us to exact the work of war
Had been crumbled and were gone forevermore

My name is Francis Tolliver, in Liverpool I dwell
Each Christmas come since World War I, I’ve learned its lessons well

That the ones who call the shots won’t be among the dead and lame
And on each end of the rifle we’re the same

"Evidently we are in for a long, costly campaign in Mesopotamia which will strain to the uttermost our military resources. It seems to me so gratuitous that we should be compelled to go on pouring armies and treasure into these thankless deserts." - Winston Churchill, in a communiqué to British Prime Minister Lloyd George, c. 1916-1918

"When you are right you cannot be too radical; when you are wrong, you cannot be too conservative." - Martin Luther King Jr.

"We are all born ignorant, but one must work hard to remain stupid." - Benjamin Franklin

Redneck Christmas Tree

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From the Land Down Under comes a report that suggestions have been made that members of Parliament should be given a breathalyzer test before voting on legislation.

I find several things wrong with these “suggestions” based on the report I read. First, there’s no mention of who s making the suggestions. I’m sure that if it were the Prime Minister, the Opposition Leader, or the Majority Leader it would have been reported. Maybe it’s the janitorial staff complaining about the beer cans left behind after each session.

The “suggestions” want the MP’s tested before voting on legislation. Does that mean they can be drunk or drinking otherwise? The report doesn’t state anything about that. The report also fails to mention what action would be or should be taken if an MP was drinking before a vote. The report also fails to state what levels would be used to indicate an action, if any, would be taken. Too drunk to drive, too drunk to vote?

Seems to me the latter could be applied to the electorate also.

I wonder how many US congressmen imbibe while at work, and should be tested before a vote. It’s too bad there isn’t a “blow-up-a-balloon” test for stupid, greed, power hungry, cheat, crook, liar, or apathy. We’d probably be able to winnow out a hundred or so the first time the tests were run.

The Bad Sied

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On this day in history, December 24, 1777: James Cook discovers an uninhabited atoll in the Pacific Ocean. An atoll is an island made of coral which has a lagoon. A lagoon is a shallow pool of brackish or salt water, separated from deeper waters by said coral reefs or sandbars, making the two geographical entities symbiotic. Cook named the small island Christmas Island. It is part of the Line Islands or Equatorial Islands – a group of 11 coral reefs located south of the Hawaiian Islands, 4,200 miles (6,700 km) from Sydney and 3,330 miles (5,360 km) from San Francisco.

Christmas Island is about 0.125 square miles (0.322 km2) with the lagoon area approximately the same. This means there are about 80 acres of land making it the largest land area of any atoll in the world. It is an irregularly shaped island with 93 miles (150 km) of coastline with another 30 miles (48 km) of shoreline associated with the lagoon. The island came under US jurisdiction in 1856 with Guano Islands Act. The Treaty of Tarawa, ratified in 1982, formally ceded the islands to Kiribati.

During the late 1950s, the atolls of the Pacific Ocean were used for nuclear tests. Now called Kiritimati - the name may sound Polynesian, but is an actual translation of Christmas Island to Gilbertese and of Australian lineage. The British used the island as a base. Their first attempt to detonate a hydrogen bomb at Malden Island was a failure. On November 8, 1957 they successfully completed a test on the southeast tip of Kiritimati. There were also 22 nuclear detonations by the US either on or above the island.

"The world has achieved brilliance without wisdom, power without conscience. Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants. We know more about war that we know about peace, more about killing that we know about living." - Omar Bradley

"And it’s hard to get more real world than military testing. When you’re life is on the line, every move counts." - Brad Fain

"The Cold War is gone. Colonialism is gone. Apartheid is gone. Yet remnants of past troubles remain." - Bill Clinton

I was raised in small towns and then my 20s were in St. Louis City, moving when I turned 30 to small city Springfield, MO. When I married Bill with his twins in early 2004, I moved to a very small town (almost rural) nearby and inherited a ready-made family complete with grandchildren.

My grandson 8-year-old Bradley recently got a new step-father who "traps" with his dad. They apparently have a barn full of pelts which they sell for extra income. Bradley goes with his step-father every morning before school to check traps. Now I’m not a fan of possums - they’re nasty creatures, I think. But you can imagine my horror when listening to Bradley’s mom tell us about his latest escapade. It seems Bradley had been out with his uncle when they saw a possum cross the road. Bradley got all excited telling his uncle, "Run over it, run over it. That’s a dollar." Combine that with more horror as Bradley proudly brings out his collection of ‘coon "weiners."

I don’t think I missed anything by not living in the country.

Noella

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“The Supreme Court has ruled that they cannot have a nativity scene in Washington, D.C. This wasn’t for any religious reasons. They couldn’t find three wise men and a virgin.”
~ Jay Leno ~

Has anyone else noticed how difficult it is these days to get Christmas cards with the word “Christmas” on them? They all say “Happy Holidays”, or “Seasons Greetings”. You have to dig really deep in the greeting card aisle to find a card that says “Merry Christmas”. It’s one of the things that drives me crazy in these times when everyone is afraid of offending everyone else.

A few years ago, Toronto city counsillors ramped themselves up for a big debate on a motion that had been filed. Municipal debates are all well and good as long as the topic is worthwhile. After all, every time someone files a motion, it costs money for it to go through the whole cycle of reading, debating amending, and whatever else happens. In this case, the question on the table was this: Should the big green thing that goes up in the city square be called a Christmas Tree or a Holiday Tree? Ninety-nine point five percent of Torontonians, including those of non-Christmas-celebrating persuasion, were immensely relieved when Mel Lastman, the mayor at the time, told people to cut the crap, it was a Christmas tree and that’s what it would be called. And there the issue appears to have rested.

Last Easter, however, the Politically Correct Silliness Brigade won a battle in this war between common sense and common ridiculousness. A lady working in a street-facing office - I believe she was a travel agent - put up some Easter decorations on her desk. The decorations were visible from the street, and this poor unfortunate soul was ordered to remove them. She appealed and lost, appealed and lost.

I have yet to personally meet any member of the Politically Correct Silliness Brigade. I have to believe that they’re out there, though, because I keep hearing about them. Mind you, by the same logic, UFO’s and little green bug-eyed men must be out there as well. Be that as it may, the thing that bothers me the most about political correctness is how hypocritical it is. We’re allowed to talk openly about Hannukah, Ramadan, and the Chinese New Year, but God help anyone who publicly utters the phrase, “Merry Christmas”. I have no problem with the idea of not forcing my beliefs on others. I wouldn’t want anyone to force me to observe a holiday I don’t believe in. By the same token, though, I should be allowed to observe and talk about my beliefs. I have no problem if someone, not knowing my faith, wishes me a Happy Hannukah. And most people I know, whether they worship God, Allah, or blue-and-yellow flying elephants, are fine with me wishing them a Happy Christmas. As I said, I don’t know any of the people who get offended by these things, but judging from the stupid stories I keep hearing, they definitely exist.

My accountant, for instance, is a very nice Muslim gentleman. Every year he sends me a Christmas card. This year his card even had the word “Christmas” on it. He is someone who understands that Christmas is not only about the celebration of an event in the Christian calendar. It’s about goodwill, fellowship, peace on earth, togetherness, the spirit of giving, and just all good things about being human.

All of this is a preamble to what I really want to say in this issue. I know that just about all beliefs and faiths are represented in our readership. There are Christians, Jews, Muslims, Hindus, atheists and agnostics. There are liberals, conservatives, and those in between. There are those who shamelessly let their kids buy into the whole Santa-Easter Bunny-Tooth Fairy thing, and those who believe it’s downright unhealthy. There are people who believe in life on other planets, and people who don’t. We are all different, and this is what makes the fabric of life so interesting. And no matter who you are, where you are, or what you believe in, I wish you well over this Festive Season. I wish you peace, happiness, and a holiday season free of stupid family fights. I hope you set good goals for yourself over the next year, and I hope that events conspire to enable you to achieve them. The only reason I am here as a writer is because you are there as readers. Thank you for giving me a forum to write about the strange and the mundane, and to vent on the occasions I have something to vent about. No matter who you are, I wish you a Merry Christmas.

Kaleidoscopically yours,
Kirsten

As I told you on Monday, I have a new computer. Well, parts of it are new. The newest part is a nVidia GeForce GTX 260 graphics card. My brother got it for me as an early Christmas present. He had told me he was going to send me one of his old super-fast graphics cards, but instead he bought me a new super-faster graphics card. I like my brother.

But this new card presented a problem. While the card would fit in my computer, nVidia recommended at least a 750W power supply. The one in my computer was only a 300W. A new 750W power supply would cost about $150. That’s a lot of money for a power supply, especially when my brother said I could probably get by with a 400W supply. I was thinking of putting two power supplies in my computer, but there really isn’t anyplace to stick the second one. So my boss suggested that I ask our Instructional Technology Department what they did with their old PC that had 2 nVidia graphics cards in it. It turns out one of them brought it home since it wouldn’t run Windows XP, so he went and got it for me.

The case had a 650W power supply, so I figured that was good enough. Next I had to find memory, a hard drive, and a DVD drive. I was able to mooch the hard drive and memory, but had to steal the DVD out of my current computer. I think tried to install Windows XP on it since the Certificate of Authenticity on the case was for Windows XP Pro. I installed it, rebooted, and it told me it couldn’t find a boot partition. XP wasn’t going to work. Boss had given an 80GB drive with Vista Ultimate already installed on it, so I took that home and tried it. I got a lovely Blue Screen of Death. That wasn’t going to work.

We also had a few copies of Vista Home, but we only had the CDs and no serial number. But I remember Vista would give you a 30 day trial, so I was relying on that until I could get a valid serial number. But the strangest thing happened… it never asked me for a serial number. As far as I can tell, I have a free, fully-registered copy of Vista Home on this new computer. I only have 1 GB of memory, so I thought it would run pretty slow, but it seems the slowest part of Vista is the graphics display, and I have a kick-ass graphics card. I think this machine is faster than the one I have at work.

So why did my brother, who plays lots of games, give me this $200 graphics card when I don’t play games? So I could run Folding@Home on it. The first day the card accumulated more points for Our Team than the 9 PCs I had folding made in the week before.

Did I mention I like my brother?

Merry Christmas, Everyone!

Tim a’Musing
Having a Ball with Yarns

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Not too many with that opening line. Maybe everyone was out shopping.

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There once was a young girl named Jill…

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A pretty young lady from Rye— found a young man that caught his eye— but then he just dumped her for a girl who wore fur and so she said to him "Buh-Bye". - Cassandra in New York	A handsome young fellow from Rye Was yelling, "REALLY irked am I!" What would I think Moved here to drink And came to find out the town’s dry! - Maria in Illinois
A handsome young fellow from Rye; Was in the act of stealing a pie. The aroma that arose Was too much for his nose; Alas, on the sidewalk it now does lie. - Bonnie	Don’t do it! I tried it once, too I went searching from zoo to zoo. I looked high and looked low. I guess it’s apropos: I still did not find Ellyn’s gnu. - Anne Onimous
Don’t do it! I tried it once, too Many books I tried to accrue. I filled up my wall Until I got the call: The library says they’re overdue. - Anne Onimous	Don’t do it! I tried it once, too I made up some homemade hair shampoo. I lathered it in But much to my chagrin My hair has turned a brilliant blue. - Anne Onimous
Don’t do it! I tried it once, too Yep, I once did some work, it’s true. So, let me explain From all work I’ll abstain Government checks I’d rather accrue. - E. Cole Aye	Don’t do it! I tried it once, too The old gum that I found, I did chew Normally that’s not bad But what makes it sad I got it off the sole of my shoe. - E. Cole Aye
Don’t do it! I tried it once, too On a raging stream I took my canoe But without paddles With big leaks, not trickles, And the river also smelt like pooh. - E. Cole Aye	Don’t do it! I tried it once, too I went out with "Good Time Easy Sue." With the sex, I was pleased! But since she is diseased, I did bid my member adieu. - E. Cole Aye

Re: Christmas or Even Holiday Wishes

Just wanted to thank everyone responsible for another great year of RGQ. I truly appreciate all the hard work that must go into putting together such a publication thrice-weekly. Also thanks to all the contributors who bring laughter to me on a regular basis. Wishing each and every one a very Merry Christmas—-Bonnie >^,,^<

Re: Spending for the Rich and Famous

First off let me say, that sense I’ve never been remotely close to being homeless except for a brief time when my home burned, and even then I had a warm place to sleep, and my needs were met. I can not even begin to imagine what the feeling of no place to call my own must be.

Now, let me say, that I admire you the reader/writer that responded so firmly to that attitude of the homeless. We have no business judging any one. Tragedy can strike any one at any time. It doesn’t discriminate between rich or poor. The fact is that when, Hurricane Katrina hit, she made no difference between the haves and the have nots. The only difference in that situation was the ability to survive after the fact. The simple truth there? If you did not make your riches yourself, you’ve no idea how to get them back once they’re gone.

May we all be a little more loving, forgiving, and a little less judging, and closed off.

Happy holidays to you, no matter what holiday you’re celebrating. - REMEMBER, IT’S NOT WHAT YOU HAVE, BUT WHO YOU SHARE IT WITH - HAPPY HOLIDAYS! FROM, CELINE KITTY! THE ROWDY DOG! AND THE, TAZZ!

Ah Fichen, It really makes me sad to hear the pot calling the kettle black when it comes to ignorant people. I do not believe for one second that anyone in this country could not find help to get on their feet if they really wanted to. The choices that people make when they decide to commit crimes or do drugs or alcohol and end up with no home are not of my making. I’ve been down to my last cent and with nowhere to go a couple of times in my life due to bad decisions of my own.

I have always been man enough to take responsibility for my mistakes and bad decisions and pulled myself up from each and every low point in my life. I don’t say that I did it all on my own, I say that I did it without begging or panhandling. I found what help there was and made a difference in my own life. Whether that was a state program to teach a skill or going into the military for training or just getting out there and finding any kind of job to get me started, I did it.

Now if you want to talk about people who can’t work because of some kind of disease or injury, well life’s just tough all over but that still isn’t my fault and you don’t deserve any of my hard earned money. And as far as using your cane or slashing tires, bring it on and you won’t have to worry about your next meal. - Sincerely yours, Mark in Alexandria
[As you know, we have a policy at RGQ of not allowing personal attacks. I printed Fichen’s comment so I allowed Mark a reply even though the comments were getting a little too personal. If this discussion continues, please remember to attack the idea not the person. Thanks.]

Re: National Kite Month

Wow, are YOU off the mark! Most of the members of the American Kitefliers Association ( who dubbed April as National Kite Month) are over 40, most of those under 50 fly dual line and quad line sport kites ( maneuverable kites on fixed line lengths one can dance to music - called Sky Ballet), and all of us make and fly stuff no kid could be tethered to unless you want to launch him/her (not recommended). There’s a 3000 year history of the world’s second oldest toy that includes forms and uses that fill many volumes. From the Eddy Bow kite ( a diamond shape) to Allison’s Sled Kite and much more, like Hargrave’s Box Kite that formed the basis of the Wright Brothers’ aircraft, and Capt. Baden-Powell’s Levitor ( a version of a 1000 year old Japanese kite called a Rokkaku) which raised an antenna in Nova Scotia to transmit a radio signal across the Atlantic to England, to Rogallo’s Delta Kite that was developed to support a small communications satellite for NASA and later became a hang glider and one of our favorite kites, to the Jalbert Parafoil ( we know it best as a parachute), to flying a kite across the Niagara River gorge so engineers could pull cables across and build a bridge ( we call it the Rainbow Bridge today), to the sort of fighter kite competitions in many Asian countries (see the book or movie "Kite Runner"), kites have long been more than a child’s toy. Keep an eye open for exhibits, community park events and such and go see the fabulous stuff flying on "strings" ! There are dozens of kite clubs all over the US and many more world-wide that put on events or participate in community activities all spring, summer and fall. Even winter in warmer areas. We even have kite making workshops and games for kids at a lot of these events. Gotta teach the kids! Some of them grow up to be quite innovative kite folks. For a teaser, check out the Into The Wind (located in Boulder, Colorado) on-line catalog or the Drachen Foundation web site. (Drachen is the German word for kite). While you’re putting your calendar together, add the 2nd Sunday in October - One Sky, One World -it’s about sharing the air we all breathe by sharing the winds that circle the globe. Both environmentally "green" and a catalyst for making friends , plus family picnic and beach fun, you can’t beat kite flying! - Nancy L in Ohio

Reader Submission - O Holy Nightmare

In keeping with the holiday spirit, I thought I’d share something I heard on the radio. It appears to be a genuine attempt by someone to sing a well-known Christmas carol, and the result is both hilarious and painful.

Without further ado, I give you…O Holy Nightmare. Even if it’s published after Christmas it’s worth a listen. - Bruce

Re: Help!

As you all know, I’ve been focusing my efforts on getting my hydrothermal energy system out into the real world, and if there are any volunteers with special language skills, I could use some help.

I’d like to record the audio track of the animation in many languages. I’ll then send the different language tracks to the animator and have him add them in.

German, Italian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, and any others would be very helpful.

Please email me at reallygoodquotes@yahoo.com if you can be of assistance.

By the way, I want to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas and the best of the holiday season. I really do miss writing for all of you. - Bruce

P.S.
There’s another special skill that I really need if anyone is willing to help. I’ve been asked to estimate the cost and rate of return on this project, and that’s completely out of my league. I could get necessary information, but I can’t put that all together. Is anyone willing and able to do that?

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