Finally, an outlet for my nonsense

Unbelievably, I am blogging. I am very close to being embarrassed by this.

On this here web log one will find such inconsequential -- yet fascinating, to be sure -- musings as:

(1) MiG on Rockstar: INXS is a buff, Asian version of Rhett Miller. Well, not exactly; MiG is not a delicious and heartbreaking Texan songwriter and Rhett Miller does not capitalize the second "T" in his first name. I mean in the cheekbones. Those cheekbones! I could look at those for awhile. Here's hoping he wins. Here's also hoping someone other than me cares about INXS (not likely).

(2) I am sure there is a very good reason, but why is it that we send a rocket into space that is capable of traveling 17,500 miles per hour and must return to Earth through a vicious field of superheated gas, yet is covered in a material that is compared to an egg shell? (Really. Some fellow on Good Morning America told Diane Sawyer that the Shuttle's tiles are like egg shells.) Not that I dislike the space program. I watch the NASA channel in my spare time. But still, baffling.

(3) Snuppy the cloned doggie is so cute. It's the name that does it. What this teaches me is that if you want to clone, give your creations adorable, embarrassing names and people will be all thrilled by your God-playing ways.

So, this blog is a good place to come if you want to read a stranger's thoughts on "alternative country," Pinoy singers who participate in reality television, space-age technology and materials, cloning, or puppy dogs. You know you've been waiting for just such a destination.

And with that, I embark on this bloggy phase of my life. I hope the waters are calm and the pirates are flamboyant, like Johnny Depp or perhaps Keith Richards.